Weeding, wheelbarrowing muck to the veg beds and collecting every stick I could find for a bonfire.
Then it had to be built and the sticks were wet. Used dry logs, cardboard and newspaper, white spirit and even a couple of firelighters.
It worked, fortunately, and we had a great blaze.
Some quiet fireworks were lit but even so my Granddaughter W left in a hurry for the house (she is only 2).
Finally sparklers and sitting watching the sparks whirl into the cold, moonlit night.
After that it was Cumberland sausage and mash followed by Eve's Pudding and custard.
Next day was my daughter I's birthday - 21 of course - and we walked up to Beacon Tarn at Blawith and then onto the Beacon.
This is one of the great viewpoints in the Lake District and here is the drawing of Alfred Wainwright made at the summit looking to the Furness Fells. (Not copied from a book).
Left to right they are - a bit of White Maiden, Brown Pike, Buck Pike, Dow Crag, Goat's Hause, the mass of Coniston Old Man and Wetherlam.
However the view is 360 degrees from the mountains here to those above Ambleside, High Street and right round to Ingleborough in the Pennines. Below lies the length of Coniston Water and south Morecambe Bay and the Duddon Estuary with a cluster of offshore windmills. Moving right is Black Combe and the fells beyond Dunnerdale, Caw, White Pike and back to White Maiden.
All this is just one enormous garden, albeit much of it wild.
So, weekend over, we scraped (R did) and treated the moss on the tarmac and the paths (I did).
Now I must buy some chicken wire to try and make some of the veg beds rabbit proof.
Frost yesterday but mild again today. The flowers have survived and one of the day lilies is coming into flower. I think it might find this is a mistake!
Autumn is hanging over the garden with a heavy hand, it is dull under the cloud cover, an occasional spit of rain falls, leaves hardly stir and it is very quiet.
The world is pulling up the duvet.
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