The summer we missed seems to be here. Last night we had guests and I was able to set the table in the garden on a patio behind the house. A view over the donkey field and beyond to watch the sun set. The donkeys let me down by not coming for their evening race around the field and huts, a usual night time treat seeing them play.
Around nine when we moved in to the grange for coffees and eax de vie de prune / plum brandy. We saw the moon appear from behind trees and watched its magnificent colourful rise surrounded by the dark of the night. We watched spellbound and one visitor recited a poem of the passing of time. A bit too scary as the passing of time is flashing past.
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