Sunday saw us able to have coffee in the garden, maybe the last time this autumn, who knows.
Autumn has arrived and attempts are made to tidy up prior to winter.
A fox ponders things then makes for cover, stepping carefully through the luggage.
The leaves are changing colour.
The Acer turns a glorious red.
Finally a song-
Is the Duke of Tradgardland taking a break while doing a bit of maintenance on the railway? I have this idea that he's a bit like Lord Belborough of Winkstead Hall, running a private railway for fun.
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