I love autumn in Scotland. You get intense skies, beautiful colours and so much unexpected depth. As a young student I remember poring over John Keats' 'To Autumn' with its Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.. It took a move across to the North sea to fully appreciate those words.
Anyway, David took that photo walking home from a grocery shopping expedition in the busy West End. We live in outskirts of the West End and isn't it just beautiful here..?
Knitting post tomorrow. It'll be a tale of woe and joy.