And here’s the Dwarf Mini’s shot of the Horsehead Nebula.
A1 is rereading Dominion by CJ Sansom. A2 is reading A Memory Called Empire* by Arkady Martine.
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Leaves
Enjoy them before they turn to mulch or blow away.
A2 is reading The Bald Trilogy by Ken Campbell.
Spaghetti juncture
Divali mubarak everyone! We had spag bol again for our Sunday dinner, followed by individual apple strudels with our inexhaustible apple crop and the rest of the filo pastry. We did two weeks’ worth of quizzes and scored 8 on one and 10.5 on the other. Oh dear. Average now 9.66666666666666666666666666666666666666666 and so on.
A2 is now rereading Schrodinger’s Cat III: The Homing Pigeons by Robert Anton Wilson. Can’t find SC1 but the volumes aren’t contingent on each other and 2 out of 3 is not bad. Sex and drugs and quantum electrodynamics and all in the worst possible taste.
Moreshrooms
This lot seems to have sprung up overnight around an old tree stump. There’s not mushroom between them.
A2 tried reading The Lost Women by Tim Weaver but didn’t enjoy it and is now rereading (after, like, 45 years) Schrodinger’s Cat II: The Trick Top Hat by Robert Anton Wilson.
Happy Birthday Guida.
[update] Here’s what happened in the next couple of days. Change and decay in all around I see.
Helloween
Pumpkins on doorsteps and little vampires, skeletons and witches knocking on doors at night.
It was our third coldest October ever (though only three degrees separates top and bottom) but also our third sunniest, and above averagely rainy. Still on track for the sunniest year of all time.
A2 is reading Slow Gods by Claire North.
Friday Food
Our family dinners have been creeping back from Sunday to Saturday Night, then Saturday lunch and now Friday night, when we ate toad-in-the-hole with mash, multicoloured carrots, broccoli and caramelised onion gravy, followed by apple strudel made in the traditional way with filo pastry. So we couldn’t do the Guardian Saturday quiz and were reduced to asking Faye questions about syzygy, palolo worms, nerve cells and recent elections and discussing cloning techniques with Bob.
A1 is reading The Raging Storm by Ann Cleeves. A2 is rereading Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguru.
The Moon Was a Ghostly Galleon
A2 is reading The Impossible Fortune by Richard Osman which is indistinguishable from all his other books.
Saturday Lunch
Happy Independence/United Nations Day everyone!
Storm Austen is coming at us from the south and Storm Boelo from the north so we had our family lunch of baked potatoes, eggs and salads followed by plum cobbler before the roaring winds and pouring rain arrived in both directions. Hatches are staying battened down for the foreseeable but meanwhile we scored 9 on the GSQ, reducing our average to exactly 10.
A1 is reading Precipice by Robert Harris, about the relationship between socialite Venetia Stanley and PM Herbert Asquith in the run-up to WW1. Contains many letters from HA to VS, all of which are, astonishingly, genuine. Fun fact: the author is married to the sister of Nick Hornby, author of Fever Pitch, High Fidelity and others.
A2 is appropriately reading The Raging Storm by Ann Cleeves.
Round Robin
We needed a photo for today so this little charmer obligingly posed for us.
A1 is reading The Impossible Fortune by Richard Osman. A2 is rereading The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood.
Rainbow
The tail of Hurricane Isaias brought a lot of wind and a bit of rain.
A1 is reading Billy Summers* by Stephen King. A2’s bath book is Darwin’s Island by Steve Jones.
Halo
After a clear night, a veil of cirrostratus covers the sky and in the night the heavy rain arrives.
A1 is reading A Comedy of Terrors by Lindsey Davies. A2 is reading the monumental The Rouse by China Miéville which took 11 days to read and was a monumental disappointment; well written but repetitious and unfocussed.
Dish of the Day: Cottage Pie
Served with sprouts and followed by apple crumble with clotted cream and custard. We did last week’s and this week’s quizzes and scored 9 on one and thirteen on the other, bringing our average back above 10 at last.
A1 is reading Cold Sunset by William Boyd. A2’s lav lit is Y: The Descent of Men by Steve Jones.
Cucu
Here’s a garden cucumber which looks a bit like a parrot.
September was slightly more sunny, a bit colder and quite a lot drier than average.
A1 is rereading The Predicament by William Boyd. A2 is rereading Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell.
Cloud of the Day: Cumulus Mediocris
An elephant thundering through the sky.
A1 is rereading Gabriel’s Moon by William Boyd and A2 is reading Winterkill by Ragnar Jonasson.
Hell of a Sky
The sky lights up as the sun goes down.
A1 is reading Eden Falls by Vaseem Khan, who joins Abir Mukherjee and Ajay Chowdhury as South Asian UK-based crime writers turning their hand to (mostly US-based) thrillers. With mediocre results, it must be said. This one veers into technothriller/science fictional territory with a mysterious alien object crash-landing in the desert, and the efforts of a pair of ill-matched women to hunt it down, while being chased by the FBI, an Elon Musk figure and an Indian intelligence agent.
A2 is reading Land by Maggie O’Farrell; a historical Irish family saga with plenty of misery, starting slowly but galloping to a reasonably happy end.
Last Poppy
The poppy has been asleep all summer but springs back into bloom for the autumn equinox. Today was the warmest day for about a month: 25.5°C.
A1 is reading The Clues in the Fjord* by Satu Ramo. A2 is reading When There Are Wolves Again by EJ Swift (thanks A1); a paean to rewilding and a pleasant read.
Apple and Pear Pie
A fruity pudding is served after a meal of pork in cider and everybody is sitting around reading instead of getting stuck in. Afterwards we did the quiz, with long-distance input from Dave who was hors de hangover, and scored a not disgraceful 10.
A2’s bog book is The Grand Design by Stephen Hawking and Leonard Mlodinow; a rather thin argument for M Theory. M is for, um, Maybe.
Critter of the Day: Volucella zonaria
Oh no, not another bee photo, even if it’s an exceedingly large and beautiful one. But it isn’t a bee; it’s a hornet mimic hoverfly, the largest of its kind in Europe and quite rare in these parts. Fun fact: it lays its eggs in wasps’ nests and the wasps look after its children. Fun fact 2: it’s also found in Battersea Park Nature Area (see below).
A2 is reading Eden Falls by Ajay Chowdhury (thank you A1); another Indian novel relocated to America, set in the near future and featuring an alien artefact pursued by several different security services and a techlord called Markus Noel.
Feed Me!
Here’s Ganny, crying for his supper.
A1 is reading Our Noble Selves by Kate Atkinson, which took ages for the plot to get going but the journey was highly amusing and entertaining. It’s about the somewhat farcical setting up of 1951’s Festival of Britain, part of which was a funfair in Battersea Park. This evoked childhood memories, as I was taken there in the mid 1960s and had three rides on the Rotor (mentioned in the book) until I was sick.
A2 is reading Agrippa by Robert Harris; ancient Roman war and politics, carried on in most brutal terms, so not unlike today.
Take a Bow
A nice double bow, captured by the webcam.
A1 is reading The Killing Stones by Ann Cleeves. A2 is reading Our Noble Selves by Kate Atkinson, which is what Graham Greene would have called an “entertainment” and was indeed very entertaining with its irresistible-to-women protagonist and its mixture of nostalgia and espionage; it was rather too much like the William Boyd trilogy in those respects so I regret reading it immediately afterwards.
Stew Sunday
Our Sunday dinner was lamb stew with stodgy dumplings (sorry wrong flour) and mashed potatoes, followed by homegrown apple strudel and by the quiz at which we scored an atrocious 6, bringing our average below 10. Curse you Thomas Eaton!
A2 is reading Cold Sunset by William Boyd (thank you A1).
On the Rails
Today we had new handrails fitted on our garden steps which makes getting up and down them one hell of a lot easier.
The acetone smell of the paint turned out to be very attractive to insects (pheromones probably). Here’s a jewel-like rosemary beetle revelling in the perfume, its antennae vibrating with excitement.
A2 is rereading The Predicament by William Boyd.
Clouds in Raindrops and a Super Supernova
The clouds have now blown away and the Dwarf Mini is out observing a supernova in a distant galaxy.
Later: And the results are in! I first photographed this galaxy (C 30, known as the “Deer Lick group”, bizarrely) a couple of weeks back on 21 August. In early September there came news of a supernova, so on the first clearish night for ages I had another go. Clouds moved in so there there were fewer exposures this time (hence some of the fainter stars don’t appear), but the supernova — designated SN 2026aaiv — is clearly visible. A supernova is an extremely energetic explosion that happens when a star reaches the end of its life, and can briefly outshine a whole galaxy of billions of stars. Luckily this one is about 45 million light years away.
In preparation for reading Cold Sunset by William Boyd, A2 is rereading the rest of the trilogy (so far), starting with Gabriel’s Moon. A1 is reading The Lost Women by Tim Weaver.
Critter of the Day: Harvestperson
Oh no I can’t think of anything to say about this leggy creature of autumn, except that its diet of squashed slugs, bird droppings and jam seems more healthy than that of its lookalike the pholcus which just eats other spiders, the bastard.
A1 is reading Body of Lies* by Jo Callaghan, the conclusion of JC’s trilogy of crime novels about an AI detective. Somewhat melodramatic and polemical, and unfortunately the plot was in service of the polemic, rather than the other way round.
A2 is reading The Clues in the Fjord* by Satu Ramo.
Misty Moon
Here’s the Moon swaddled in a blanket of cloud. And here it is earlier; stark naked and red in the face:
August was our third sunniest August ever but less warm and wet than the average August.
A2 is rereading Black Swan Green by David Mitchell, which featured no fewer than 5 moon-grey cats.