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The end of the month already! Autumn will soon be upon us. Apparently it has been decided that Scotland will only have three seasons - summer seems to have been omitted. That said, however, today was a nice one. In fact, it was possibly one of the nicest days we've had since the brief spell of good weather at the end of May / beginning of June. I was treated - as I sat at my computer doing paid work - to the sound of my neighbour's lawnmower, and the smell of freshly cut grass wafted in my open window (along with just about every flying insect known to man). Mizzie has been making the most of this Indian summer, and is out of the house from sunrise to sunset. She only comes back for food and a warm, soft place to sleep. Sometimes I wish I was a cat... all they seem to do is sleep, eat and run about the garden chasing insects and birds (oh, and they dig up gardens too). I don't think I could cope with their food though - the smell is enough to give me the dry boke. After supper, I went out for a walk - ostensibly to go to the supermarket to get some light bulbs and breakfast cereal - but that was only my cover for a foray up to CLATTO RESERVOIR to photograph the swans and their cygnets before it got too dark. THIS ONE'S PARTNER was preparing to attack me for getting too close for comfort. I decided discretion was the better part of valour, and retired home to a nice, hot cup of coffee.