It’s getting to the end of October and still the countryside’s colour is predominantly green. Yesterday we went for our usual cat-walk in the environs of our village of Longoio.
There were only tinges of gold, reds and yellows appearing in the foliage.
I’m quite sure that ten years ago, when I first landed in this part of the world, colours were more autumnal at this time.
Speaking to people that have been here all their live it’s quite clear that climate change in the last decade has accelerated at an alarming rate. Our hopes don’t quite lie with the proles, as Orwell stated in his ‘1984’, but with our youth. Recycling, ecology, environment these are words that weren’t quite emphasised enough when I attended primary school. I’m certain they are now!
Anyway, two of our cats, Napoleon and Cheekie, had a good time in the forest (Carlotta stayed at home) and I’m sure there’ll be plenty more walks like this.
When Carlotta was at home she wandered onto our topmost terrazza to admire the view from there:
When the real autumnal colours spread in our forests I’ll let you know!