Golden

I haven’t cheered up much since Monday. It’s still the same old job, and it’s still not pleasant doing it. I’ve also noticed the fields nearby are being harvested, which always makes me feel depressed as it’s a sign that Summer is continuing apace. Next thing I know they’ll be ploughing all the farmland and we’ll be back to the ground being brown and the skies being dark, foreboding and Wintry.

Sorry if you came here expecting a happy posting.

To be fair, though, once they get the baling done, I’ll be happier. Nothing looks more Summery than a field full of round bales, and it’s a joyous return to childhood to run (trespass) across a recently-harvested field, feeling the stubble crunch beneath your feet, before sitting on a bale and staring at a colourful sunset. It’s something I cannot wait to share with my son, although Mathew may be a bit young to enjoy it this July. It’s also worth pointing out that in recent years September has been filled with lovely weather, so I don’t need to drag myself down into SAD panic, as we could well have another two months of Summertime to enjoy yet before Autumn even appears over the horizon, dragging brown leaves and colder mornings with it.

There you go – a bit of optimism to end with!

Now I’m going back to watching old YouTube clips on my office computer while slowly doing work tasks. Monday was Apollo 11 stuff. For the past two days I’ve been re-visiting coverage of the London Olympics. Nothing distracts you from a shitty mood quicker than looking back on days when I got excited by Team GB winning a medal in a sport I had previously never heard of.

RC 22-7-20