Autumn, Keats 'season of mists and mellow fruitfulness' is here. Yesterday the mist thinned enough for us to see Kettleness on our lunchtime wander along the beach. It wasn't a naturalizing walk, we were just enjoying the beach and each other's company. The weather here has been calm; misty and still. But the beach already had signs of sea-autumn; slicks of pebbles where none had been all summer and a lot of seaweed (mostly Laminaria digitata) washed onto the sands at high water. It might be calm here thanks to a big high pressure area sitting off the west coast of Ireland, but elsewhere autumn winds are making waves that signal autumn as surely as the turning leaves on land.