|Anne Althea Hills - American artist.|
|Olgar Wisinger Florian - Austrian painter|
|Catherine M Wood - English artist|
These three have captured Autumn, in all its moody soft colours. Yesterday I battled the great long branches of my cultivated blackberries, hacking away at briared branches that were almost as thick as my wrist. J popped her head over the fence, and said you should have planted one without thorns. I reminded her that she had already told me that before, but in a gentle manner of course.
We had a small meeting last night about the quiz night and it is already arranged for sometime in November. Joe said what about a summer trip to York races, not my cup of tea but we will see if it has legs, rather like the horses. It is good to see Irene and Joe taking over the running of the village, whether or not we will stimulate life into the people who reside here is another matter, but I expect Paul will be pleased wherever he is.