Walking in the rain

It dawned dark and damp this morning, although the rain hadn't got going yet to nay degree. It waited for Juno and I to almost finish the goat farm circle before getting more steady but that was to be no deterrent when it came to our longer walk mid morning. By the time we had left I had finished cleaning the oven, this time taking the oven door apart in order to get at the glass more easily and so attack the brown stains from the oil and grease which made the door an unappetising sight.

The walk was the first time in a while when I had layered up to avoid a soaking, hiking boots on, waterproof leggings, a thin waterproof coat and a larger, more substantial red jacket. In addition I used one of my buffs for around the neck to ensure I stayed nice and toasty. It proved unnecessary after a mile as the rain stopped and I quickly became a little overheated! Juno still managed to get very wet though and muddy too and we enjoyed the quiet paths near the solar farm before heading down toward Horton Lane and back up the bridleway that takes you back toward the path down to Martins Farm. 

It smelt autumnal today and everything had been wet through, dripping and softening in mid October. There was plenty of greenery but the colours are changing too and leaves are starting to fall more quickly.

Once home I was able to enjoy a sandwich whilst catching up on the latest chaos surrounding the leadership of the country. Truss is out and the shortest lived PM on record, something she is eminently worthy of, a politician devoid of talent and a symbol of the tragedy of Brexit and marginalisation of ability against the needs of being a devout believer in the project. Johnson himself never truly believed in it, neither did Truss of course, neither did Theresa May but they all had to contend with the nutcases of Ukip and their ilk who found a home in an increasingly xenophobic Tory Party. Perhaps the next PM will be able to ignore the voices on the right. Maybe their high water mark of influence has now gone and sense may come back into fashion.

In the meantime I watched the speech from Downing Street on my hands and knees giving the parquet floor a once over with the wood restorer polish. There was still time to make a fruit cake which is currently in the oven, and to get the jacket potatoes ready to be accompanied by roast tomatoes, garlic and harissa, alongside couscous, plus a salad.

Glen rang from Ullapool where he and Harry enjoyed a raucous night yesterday by all accounts and are staying nice and cosy despite the cold weather as they tour the north of Scotland.