Moving through time...

Time, of course, does not exist. The past is a memory and the future a dream... only the now is real. However, the now of this Rhus is showing the earliest signs of shifting from summer into autumn. It all comes around again...

After yesterday's lengthy time in the saddle it was a nice opportunity to have a home day, with a little gentle walking and lots of music. Surprisingly on a Bank Holiday the builder turned up for a few hours, prepping for the roof build.

Charlie reached out this morning to tell us about her experience of the Lisbon earthquake, where they thought there was a burglar in the flat! And remembering the queues of cruise ships chugging away in Lisbon port when we were there, this thought from The Guardian today.