On my walk, I saw this woodpile that a neighbour has prepared, ready for the cold nights that are getting closer.
Creatures are burrowing underground, finding nooks and crannies to huddle away in. Ants have been pouring into my kitchen and into every little-used cupboard, seeking out winter shelter.
And I had to chuckle when I realised what the workmen were up to down the other end of our street: why, moving the powerlines from poles to underground.
It’s called an Undergrounding Project.
There they are, snug in their orange pipes.
I wonder if powerlines hibernate too, and if in the spring they will come bursting through the earth again, and sprouting power poles on which to climb.