Bank of daffodils

A windy wait for buses 
along Devon's windy roads
(but nice daffs to look at while you wait).

No-one was waiting as the last bus goes before dark now that the clocks have gone forward. That's life if you live out in the sticks. (Took this on the way - by car - to table tennis in the next village. Low numbers tonight. There was something called football on TV, which, apparently, explains it.)