After a damp start, our East Anglian summer warmed up nicely during August. It dried up too, with hardly a drop for our thirsty plot. It’s been perfect weather for bringing in the crops. Ancient lanes hereabouts have vibrated to the rattle of massive farm machinery driven by burly farmhands. Time to make hay while the sun shines. Such is harvest time in England’s breadbasket.
August also witnessed the bonfire of the boats. A row of pleasure craft went up in flames on the nearby River Chet. The inferno spewed thick, choking smoke that could be seen for miles around. We’re used to the never-ending march of walkers passing by our gate. We weren’t expecting fire crews from across two counties. Fortunately, no one was hurt.
And we saw an increase in pretend dogfights above our heads – loud and menacing. Jet fighters from a nearby NATO air base thundered across the hazy skies, playing catch-me-if-you-can. Let’s hope it remains just a training exercise.
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Glad no one was hurt!
These stupid war games. I am tired of them all. But for many it’s not a game any more. Ugh! 2024 has been very nasty hasn’t it?
We live in a dangerous world but then we always have, I guess. Finger crossed that things start to calm down a bit. I’ve (almost) stopped listening to the news.
Boats on fire!
And agreed. May the NATO exercises remain only exercises.
Amen to that 🙏