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And now they are gone....

Wednesday 14th November 2012

Today has been a perfect late autumn day - still and silent save for the evocative call of woodpigeon or crow. The air was cool and the light smoky. Cream coloured sheep were etched in soft woolly groups against the sharp green of the hillsides and the blue of the skies. I took Lily for a walk once I had tired of throwing balls across the lawn, picking the last late crop of bilberries and blackberries along the way in the hope of still making some more hedgerow jam.

The landscape had subtly changed since I last did this just a few short weeks ago: the grass at the sides of the track was flatter and neater, decorated with drifts of crisp brown leaves. Looking upwards, the twisted branches of the hazel trees were silhouetted against the blue of the sky, displaying themselves in all their natural beauty.

Lily trotted along happily, sniffing the ground, scuffling through the undergrowth by the sides of the track, waiting patiently while her mistress pulled of…