The robin and the wren are back singing in the garden, the collared doves and woodpigeons never stopped, and the coal tits flit in and out when they think I'm not looking. Autumn would be in the air even if the weather didn't have a whiff of October about it.
I had another day where I didn't want to go along with the plans I had made so I decided to go over to Etherow Country Park to see how the mandarin ducks are getting along and try and catch sight of dippers on the river. The knees are giving me gip this week, a bit of a work out in Keg Wood might get them moving again. It was a cloudy and fitfully sunny lunchtime that felt like good walking weather so I got the train to Romiley, it would just be five minutes on the 384 from there to Etherow Country Park.
It started spitting rain when we left Bredbury. Ah well, not the first time I'd be taking photos of mandarins in the rain. It had become light but steady rain as I got off at Romiley. I stepped out of the station and it became biblical. I sheltered under an awning as I waited for the bus, stupid bloody-mindedness battling with grim practicality. I watched three 383 buses go anticlockwise back to Stockport with not one whiff of a 384 going my way clockwise. After twenty minutes I took the hint, sloped off back to the station and headed home.
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| August on Compstall Road |
It was bright and sunny in Manchester city centre. I was cold and wet and defeated and got the bus home.
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