Because there was a new cat in the lane – I’ll say it again – because there was a new cat in the lane it meant our visiting cat needed a little, well, help in crossing the triangle to come say Hi. Which meant the back door was opened, and which meant in turn that my B. left the house by that route, thereby missing her bag in the hallway, and therefore…
I met her with her laptop later in the morning, halfway to her work and halfway from mine, and because the roadworks are doing their rounds it meant I needed to hook back home by the long way – the ‘country way’, as we call it.
Which means I saw the best of the undecided late morning mist, and saw it too as it broke as I came down the hill from Kirk Langley into the woods above Kedleston Hall, and there I pulled over in the clomping truck and took my photo, so:
And driving onwards home and to the place I call my studio, I felt fantastically keen and giddy and glad, that this landscape is right here about where we live, and these places are near, and that near us too is the true Septembering of these places, and Autumn. And the landscape can be photographed and faced.
Because there was a new cat in the lane.