August bank holiday weekend is bittersweet for me. Whilst other holiday Mondays in spring seem like markers, milestones toward a summer full of promise, warm days, green leaves and long rides, this one always seems to mark the closing of the season. The nights are already drawing in, the fields have gone from the lush bright greens and golds of growth to the dusty raffia browns of stubble. The leaves start to age and turn, and the hedgerows, field margins and scrubs are loaded with a rich natural bounty of ripening fruits, seeds and nuts.
Of course, the warm sunny days have not gone, they will still hover for a while, then autumn will surprise and delight with it’s foliage coat of many colours. The weather has been variable this weekend, but at least it was better than last year.
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