Autumn sunset

I've been shamefully remiss - it's been weeks since my last blog, and although there were excuses (too old, too lazy, nothing going on, too busy, headache ... ) none was sufficient.

But the sky this evening was so beautiful that it was impossible not to photograph it and even my rubbish photographs, which don't come anywhere near doing it justice, still look pretty good.

Still, over the past few weeks there really hasn't been much going on apart from the usual agreeable stuff (so nothing to get worked up about). Leaves have fallen, runners run, walkers walk, dogs and children play. And cyclists use the cycle paths, sedately and with careful ringing of bells, and I have to confess to having joined them.

New England's got nothing on us!

Maybe a slight exaggeration, but the trees on the Stray are starting to develop some amazing autumn colours. Or, as auto-correct, would have it, colors.

 But now I'm going to say something that might just be considered heretical - I really hate the avenues of cherry trees. They're dismal little trees that are quite out of proportion to the lovely big chestnuts and beeches and others around the rest of the Stray, they're looking distinctly unwell, and they produce hideous pink blossoms in the spring. So there you go.