I didn’t get as far as St James’ Park today, but I was in the garden. It’s autumn there too.
I went out to scrape the mud from my boots. Mud from the moat at the Tower of London. They are not my best boots, and I was planning to get rid of them, but after being at the Tower, I thought I might use them for wet and cold days in town. So I was a bit put out to find the sole was coming away on one of them.
I took my camera out too. I was hoping MasterB would come with me, and I might get a picture of him on the same lines as the one I included in the calendar when I was cleaning another pair of boots; my second best ones. I have three pairs of boots of varying vintage, comfort and waterproofness. My best ones are brown leather, currently cleaned and polished so they look like shiny conkers. Cleaning walking boots is somehow very satisfying. Meditative too. I find myself reliving the walk where they got dirty; wondering if a future archaeologist will come across some mud that does not fit with this part of the UK, and come up with a theory as to why it is here; thinking about other walks I should like to do.
But I digress.
MasterB had gone back to bed. We had played extensively indoors, he had been out and about after breakfast, and we had played again when he came in. He lost his favourite mouse, a gift from the Lovely Ex-Neighbours. I thought it was under the fridge, but no amount of swishing about with the fly swat brought it to light.
Unusually, there was no sign of Cookie outside either, though an hour or so ago she followed me round to a neighbour’s house where I had something to deliver. So my pictures are minus felines. And minus sun. Today was damp and dull.
I gathered fruit from the Arbutus tree too. Such a beautiful tree, and such quantities of fruit. This is the first year I have eaten them. I really like them with yoghurt and honey; on porridge; in cakes, especially with apple; in crumbles. Celia is eating them too. This time next year we may be publishing the book of Arbutus recipes, though one of us, and I am nominating Celia, should really have made jam with them by then. I have, cunningly I thought, but there has been a deafening silence so far, given some to the neighbour who works in the M&S experimental kitchen. If you suddenly find dishes on sale in your local branch with strawberry tree fruit, you’ll know it started here.
Much of the rest of the day was spent sorting papers and putting them in shiny stationery. In my mind’s eye, this would clear space and make my home more streamlined. In reality, it just means I have a lot of multicoloured plastic wallets, all full, and mainly labelled. Some papers went to the recycling; I opened one file to find it full of teaching resources I do not expect to need again. I am hoping someone down the road who has just embarked on a career teaching MFL may find some of them useful, otherwise they too will be recycled.
I can’t say it has been the most exciting day of the week, but several things have been ticked off the list; I heard from Pix that her calendar has arrived safely, and that, more importantly, she is very pleased with it.
Well that’s a relief.