The clocks have gone back, the night’s have drawn in and the trees are the more gorgeous shades of red and yellow. Hello, proper autumn. A time for long walks to take in the warming rays of the sun and to enjoy the light, before Winter throws a cold, dark – and frequently wet – blanket over dear Old Blighty. At least, that’s the vibe around here, out in the sticks near Jones Towers.
Not that I mind. I do love a walk in the woods. Much as I like a spot of city shopping or disco dolly moments, in bloke mode, forests, for me, is where it’s at. There’s something mentally refreshing about being out in nature. The sights, the lack of sound and the beautiful colours.
Maybe one day I’ll mix a forest walk with a spot of Lynn time. A careful plan of cute wellies, leggings and a cosy knit to keep the chill away. It would make a break from the norm. 🙂
Talking of a break, no Chams for me this coming week, as the Ever Lovely Mrs J is away. I’ll be house-husband and collecting the nippers for most of next week. Not that I mind. I do love them both dearly. Both Wee Man and Little Miss are at the age where they’re not so much trouble and are quite capable of entertaining themselves. They are both away from that age where silence suggests something scary, like the car being given a clean with the loo brush, or improvised wallpaper enhancement a la Crayola. 🙂 But, they’re not quite of senior years that they’re up after I go to bed, and I’m not sat up waiting for them to come in. [ Brief note: I had the first Trick or Treat outing with Little Miss last week and it was such fun. ]
With a lack of Chams the week before last and missing this week, I’m taking some time to have a day out. I’ll be far away from home – well ‘ish’ – and I’ll enjoy a day out in Lynn mode. I am very much looking forward to it and I’ve had my outfit – daytime office – planned for some time.
Thing is, I may have to amend and switch to opaques to blend in a little more. Well, as much as a six foot chap cross dressed can blend in. My only quibble at the mo is low heels or flats. I’m tempted towards heels, but that’ll add some height to me.
Mind you, who am I kidding? I’m already tall and my shoulders and build are not passable. Not that I think that matters anymore. That would just be an unobtainable stick to hit myself with. Better accept and relax, I feel.
Fingers crossed it all goes to plan. It’s not that I need to buy anything. I think it’s more to just be out. To spend some time as me – or, more accurately, ‘all of me’ – once in a while. Not that I won’t hit a few shoe shops. 😉