So... the first cold nights are coming in. The trees are shedding crinkely leaves. It's my favourite time of the year. And I harvested all the tomatoes!
Before the first night-frost. So that'll be a heck of a lot of chutney et cetera.
Also, I went to see The Death of Flyboy last night... it was beautiful. I spent some time looking for the best place to watch it and settled for the statue of Laurence Olivier, who was pointing right up at the building that it was projected on, high up on the South Bank. The music was drifting down and the trees were rustling.