The unrelenting flowering cosmos. On a day that couldn’t be bothered to get properly light, these floral gems were a candle in the gloom. For us softies in the south it was also chilly. It was the first day this autumn that my coat remained tight closed for the duration. Perhaps I wasn’t working hard enough. Slasher had a fire on the rise above the vegetable garden. Myself and Junior inspected proceedings and warmed our bones at the same time. We weren’t alone in taking advantage of the flames. The Dexter cattle lined up at the field edge to benefit from the warmth and the ponies came even closer. There were no marshmallows, but they were discussed at great length along with roasted spuds and bacon wrapped bananas. Next time perhaps.