Indian Summer days
27 September 2015
First up, an apology. Where was the blog last weekend, I guess you are wondering? It was all written in my mind – but Bridie, at the last minute, got tickets for her, Charlie and me, and her cousin Toby, to go to watch the All Blacks v. Argentina at Wembley. Not your normal ‘Ben Pentreath Ltd’ Sunday evening, but now that I’m (step by step) on my way to (one day) becoming an honorary New Zealander… (perhaps even, one day, an actual New Zealander, who knows?) we couldn’t wait. It was amazing. And by the time we were home, happy but tired, we were straight into bed and then headlong into the busiest week for a while.
Second up, I’m going to start the blog, instead of ending it, by saying that we’re looking for assistance in the architecture and decoration office (and the shop). Zoe and I are looking for a bright and cheerful intern to help a few days a week, full time, part time – we can be a bit flexible – to assist Zoe in the practice management. We need someone to rush around, run errands, do things, get stuff sorted, buy lunches for client meetings, keep the passageway swept, get to the post office in time, help presentations, generally just be there. All that stuff and masses more. If you think that is your bag, please get in touch. If you know the perfect person, tell them! And then best person to email is firstname.lastname@example.org. We look forward to hearing from you.
So, now it’s time to settle in to last week’s blog, which has happily settled into this week’s blog as well. Because it’s pure and simple about the dreamy weekends we’ve been having down in Dorset… the long, warm, September days… Indian Summer at last. I can’t admit that we’re going to be setting our alarms at 1.30am tonight to watch the blood moon, but that all seems to be part of this perfect autumn vibe, as well, doesn’t it?
Last Saturday we woke incredibly early to find the garden soft and drenched in dew. The rising sun cast long blue shadows. Charlie zoomed off to Bridport to rootle around junk shops and I stayed in the garden with my camera in hand.
How we still have so many sweet peas at this time of year I am not sure. Charlie just says he keeps on picking them.
I love this morning moment.
As the sun rose and the day became warm, and then hot… we decided to take a walk down to the coast. It was a dreamy afternoon at Abbotsbury, with Chesil beach shimmering in the haze. And an afternoon quietly soaking up the rays, and fish and chips, and a pint or two, in the pub.
Charlie’s beginning to get busy. In just 2 weeks, his Pop-up shop is opening at 17A Rugby Street, next to the shop. Bridie and I can’t wait… (can’t wait, that is, to find out what on earth it’s all going to be about. Charlie’s not telling us anything). But if the mantle shelf of his flower room is anything to go by, the little shop is going to be transformed into a magical world. Make a note for your diaries… I think he will be opening on Monday 12th October and we’ll both be there, on and off, for the next two weeks. And especially for the weekend of Saturday 24th… I hope you can pay a visit.
Back to the garden. Autumn evenings have never looked so beautiful. This was last weekend:
And you blink, and it’s this weekend. It’s been a heavenly couple of days in Dorset. We went to a massive, beautiful birthday party in Broad Chalke yesterday, and back in time for rugby in the village hall last night, which was not such good watching as the weekend before. Today – nothing. I read my book for most of the morning and most of the afternoon (Jonathan Franzen’s Purity, which I am loving – as always with his novels). I woke up from a long sleep on the sofa. Sun streamed through the windows of the sitting room and dining room…
And the kitchen glowed orange:The garden was still, autumnal – the sun has heat but the air is chill.
It’s about my favourite time of year.
I popped across the green to see how the valley was looking.
And then home.
We’re sadly back to London tonight. It’s another of those weeks. I’ve written this while I’m cooking supper, and now I must go – and snatch the last hour of Dorset time, with Charlie, as the sky fades to pink, then grey, and the sun sets on another beautiful Indian summer day.