Monday 3rd September (The Indian Summer Continues)

Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into another blue sky. A great tit was calling and a pair of wood pigeons were cooing. The lime tree showed their fruit and the dying leaves were falling.

This was September with a prickle in the air, damp surfaces and autumn was starting. Mr. Kite was now trying to get back to nature now that the summer was leaving.