Time to fly

This morning was the yard work party. Something I quite looked forward to: meeting fellow yachties and blethering, clearing the place up and getting served teas and bacon rolls. Ach, it was still OK but dreichness settled down on us all and I was happy to scuttle home to dry out and get warm.
While I was down there, you could hear the honking of geese heading south. It always thrills me to see them: my Dad used to rush us out into the garden as they passed overhead. I wonder what suddenly spurred them into going? Last night I felt I needed gloves on. Maybe that should be enough.