Autumn

After a somewhat (unexpectedly) hectic weekend, and a full house, I decided that after a really bright and sunny day it might be a chance to escape to one of my favourite places to think and be by myself. After resolving the work and conflicts of the last few weeks there was nothing that has been specifically on my mind, but I love to just take some time out occasionally and enjoy the world around me. Beverley westwood is a quite large piece of public land, just outside Beverley (unsurprisingly) a medium sized Town a few miles away from Hull. The Westwood has previously got me through a number of relationship break-ups, job stresses and even some quite deep depressions, but it is also a place that you can enjoy the woodland and some fantastic panaroamic views.

I'm note sure if it has just been me, but although the days have obviously been getting shorter, it seemed that we maintained some of Summer. Over the last few days however, despite some sunny weather, Autumn definitely seems to have arrived.

I enjoy Autumn, although I know some people dread this time of year.

Autumn

A burnished light from sun

strikes a mist bound earth;

shines through the bronzed and scorched

halo of the trees;

preparing to shed the last vestiges of life,

to slumber for a season;

Whilst above flocks flee to their Winter's rest;

Life fleeing;

Life sleeping;

A year dying;

Hoping for re-birth

Come on Friday!

Well it is here and I can almost smell the weekend!

Although this week has only been a four day week it seems to have taken forever.....for the first time for a while I am not working, travelling or re-enacting and I am looking forward to a weekend for just me, with a chance to lie in (or if I so choose to not get up at all)

The calendar is currently amazingly clear, in fact so far only contains a possible trip to York on Saturday (something that I am really looking forward to....it's been a couple of months since I have been back to York, and I have lot of friends still there so it should be great to catch up with some of the old guys.)

Other than that I'm not sure what to do with my time. I know that at the moment when I have set off to the train station, there has been a large amount of ground mist, and if I can I may head up to Beverley Westwood one morning to watch the sun rise or set, ideally rise (that is if I can drag my carcase out of my pit in time). There is something spectacular in watching the sun rise over Beverley Minister through a band of mist. If I do manage to get there I will endeavour to remember my camera and (sunrise permitting and the photographs being worthy) will put some shots up for "Blogland".

Now all I need to do is clear Friday. This is usually never really a problem.....the first part of the morning spent catching up with what colleagues are planning for the weekend (usually around the coffee machine, and as far away from my desk as possible). Lunch is invariably a somewhat more drawn out activity than normal, and then back to the office for the home stretch, before a dash to the station for the train home. Being a Friday, and with no travel being required at the other end (other than walking home!), it may even warrant a drink on the train. This something that I rarely do, as there is something slightly desperate in climbing onto the train with a six pack of beer, or 2 litre bottle of cider for the journey home (it is even more concerning when it occurs at 6.30am on the journey to work......seriously how can a bottle of superstrength lager be good for you at that time.....and the 'gentleman' in question was dressed in a suit with a briefcase, as though heading to work! I may not love my job, but thankfully things have not got this bad yet!)

Enough rambling.

Wishing all in "Blogland" a wonderful weekend whatever you are doing!