I know that summer has ended because I got up last week, at 4.30am to go Autumn hunting with one of my children. Normally at the end of August the mist rises above the fields with the rising sun. This year its just cold and grey. Yet its lovely that old country traditions ( but of course within the law) continue, and one feels very virtuous having ridden for a few hours before most people are out of bed.
Sadly its time to pack the children s trunks, for hair cuts and new pairs of shoes, and of course endless sewing of name tapes. My children have very long names and so they have very long name tapes.
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