Berry-time

I took myself off for a little walk this morning. The sun was low in the milky blue sky bathing the street in gold and, with rain forecast for later in the day, it was too good an opportunity to miss.

The Council very kindly lay on Our Council Tax pays for leaf clearers, much needed thanks to the huge London Plane trees that line our roads, and I couldn't help but laugh at the huge pile at the end of our driveway just asking to be jumped on.

As I meandered along, I noticed hedges heaving with big, fat red, white and purple berries - all displaying their toxic colours with pride.
And I got to nose at a new house that has finally been unveiled - a little bit Grand Designs with wood panelling and huge windows - I'd feel as though I were on permanent display in a peculiar social experiment. Very Tilda.

There was a moment on my return when I thought that I might just rake up the beautiful golden leaves in the garden. And then it started to drizzle. Maybe tomorrow.