Autumn Is On Its Way I Think

There is an autumnal nip in the air outside on patrol this morning despite yesterday's summer warmth. One evening last week, as The Owner sat in the garden enjoying an early evening glass of wine whilst Barney K9 and I checked out the perimeter for the twentieth time that day (you can't be too careful), there was that smell of damp decaying leaves in the air for the first time this autumn to herald the onset of winter. So, picking up, cock pheasants cackling across a frosty field, watching The Owner splitting wood for the week on a Sunday morning, frosty hard ground and tingling toes..... winter, bring it on.