'The nights are fair drawing in,' its a phrase my Mum used a lot (isn't it funny how all her old phrases resonate for given situations - I never really thought about them until I heard them as a ghosted voice, as a trace of her ongoing presence) and with a new academic year comes the inevitability of autumn. We have had it good, the press haven't been raving about an 'Indian Summer' but it surely has been - is this because we are becoming used to it being warmer? And even as I write this, our dependence on fossil fuels continues to gather steam rather than the hunt for the alternatives. The Scottish vote is off the Radio 4 news this morning and 'fracking' has raised its head again - as if it ever went away. I was thinking the other day that 'fracking' could be a new acceptable swear word. I could tell the Cameron government that they are a 'fraction' waste of space...' for example, though I suspect this would still get me into trouble (not that I give a frack). And now it sounds like I have woken grumpy, which is certainly not the case. Abbi won an 'invitation' tennis tournament in Oklahoma yesterday, Dan is happy as can be at his new Uni and weighing up his options after his 3rd year, even before his first class. But listening them both speak about where they want to be be and what good things they want to do with their life is great to hear. Anyway, enough of that, it is anew academic year and I have big plans of my own... this is a fine song (though not my favourite version - but I couldn't find the Joan Baez version - which you should seek out):
