Not like September

This was Monday evening just before 7pm.
The picture doesn't do it justice but the sky was glowing with pink and purple hues.

Not really like September.

Not September in England.

This was Tuesday around 7pm.
Misty pinks and greys with gold and orange.

Oriental not Lincolnshire.

Not September. Not late September anyway.

This was Tuesday too but just a longer shot.
The mist is hanging heavy over the Trent Valley. The water masses in the lower left hand corner are recent additions to our landscape.
In time they will attract birdlife; already this week ducks have moved in. First one family - then more.
Lapwings should follow in the spring. They like moist land I'm told. These ponds were excavated particularly with them in mind.
They are welcome attractions and will keep us entertained throughout the long winter months as the life around them changes and grows.

Wednesday saw temperatures of 29'C. I was at Market - there was a Carnival air about the town. Shorts and summer dresses everywhere. Not a day for selling pork products really. We sat out on the terrace later, sipped a cooling drink and watched the sun sink lower. After dinner I took this shot through the dining room window. Not like September. Not September in England at all.       Thursday evening was too misty and murky for photos - the heat of the day going down. This evening was golden too - but fleetingly; the sun sank suddenly with little warning. Tonight the sky is crystal clear; each star sharp against the darkness. Tomorrow is another market day: the heat is forecast to be greater still.

Not like September in Lincolnshire. Not like September in England at all.