Two Women on Bikes.

Frustrating. Don’t ask.

Meanwhile...

It seems to be growing increasingly rare to have days that fit perfectly with the month or season in which they occur. Today was a proper November day. Shrivel-edged leaves of gold, red and brown hung impassively over the lanes in the cool, vaporous air, waiting to embellish the carpet of colour that already clothes the verges. Autumn leaves tend to startle the eye in sunshine, but in misty conditions they glow.

And a flock of beautiful little Long Tailed Tits has returned to the lane around the corner from where I live. They sing like crickets.