As we await the Equinoctial Sunset, we look back on a day full of Equinox Delight.
Hnaef's six-monthly Equinoctial Tightrope Walk was the great success it normally is. This time, he missed the duck pond and fell head-first into the mud on the side. Obviously, the mud was baked hard. So he bounced. Hard.
The sun is low over Woburn now, bringing those sad feelings that one gets on autumn sunsets. Memories of things that were, and dreams of what might-have-been. The conker trees, already browning, rustled sadly in the sun as we waved goodbye to the summer and hello to six months of rain, snow, sleet and hail. And then we had a barbecue. It's been a lovely day.