The wrong side of summer

As is so often the case, now that the children have gone back to school the weather has decided to give us what may well be our last taste of summer.  The blackberries are ripe, the rose hips glowing scarlet and the autumn fruiting raspberries are starting to come into their own.  The grass is wet with dew in the mornings and the night air almost has a chill to it, but walking over the fields with the sun on my back in the afternoon is bliss when I'm sheltered from the wind.  And there seems to be something special about the evening light.