After almost a week of unseasonably hot weather, October is now putting its pullover on the right way round after a couple of days of wearing it inside out. The designer label was on show for all to see. Indian Summer, it screamed. Scorchio.
Down at the seaside, there have been people on the beaches, in the water, on the water. Yesterday we caught thirty laughing mackerel from an open boat.
The voyage was too much for Number One Son. Although it could have been something to do with the party he went to the night before.
Meanwhile, the cliffs along our part of the Jurassic Coast are stunning.
We are so lucky to live here.
And then this evening, the woodsmoke rises from The Enchanted Village chimneys to shake hands with the fog that is making its way down the hill and crunching fallen crab apples in its wake.
'Well hello there,' the woodsmoke appears to be saying. 'Delighted to make your acquaintance.'
And then the weirdest thing happens.
My doorbell rings and there are two ladies I have never seen before, standing on my doorstep.
I bristle, thinking they are Jehovah's Witnesses. I don't need saving, really I don't.
'Are you Maddie?' they say.
'Why?' I retort, in a far harsher voice than I meant, but I don't have room for a copy of The Watchtower.
'Well, we're from Canada and we read your blog.'
That's about it.
Love Maddie x