Autumn has descended with vigour. Today we had the full gamut of seasonal variety: bright colours and, by turns, sunshine, wind and lashing rain. It was the sort of day that makes the individual traveller feel small in the face of nature's energy. It made me glad for warm clothes and a waterproof coat.
I rode out through the village, along the lane, through the woods and across fields, seeing no-one all the way. The wild weather certainly promoted indoor activities. Now the trails are beginning to get slippery so we went slowly. Besides, I enjoyed having the countryside to myself whilst I absorbed its varied, energetic atmosphere.
It's not really cold yet. In fact autumn has proven surprisingly warm. Will we have another warm winter like the previous? We do need some sharp frosts to kill the germs. Besides, I miss the snow. I miss crisp cold. I miss that day in the spring where, for the first time in months, the smell of flowers, trees or even a creosoted fence reaches my nostrils.
On days like this I realise that, however convenient I might find a small town, I am a deep rural dweller at heart. I love the proximity to nature that a wild day promotes. I enjoy the variety of nature through the seasons. I appreciate stepping into a warm cottage at the end of a bleak day. The long dark evenings can be put to good use reading, writing or making music.