Savile Terrace

The slow shift of the seasons was apparent today.

Not for Cigs the first snow drop under a hedgerow, nor the swallows returned for the summer. Not the donning of school uniform for the start of another academic year. Not the twinkle of Christmas lights twinkling on trees.

No, summer is edging into towards autumn because I can now do light trail photographs before 10 pm.

A day at home, dealing with the never ending sludge at the bottom of the work tray, I fled for town around 6 and after singing for my supper (OK, the reality is I fixed a puncture and then cooked supper - nothing flash - tuna, chard, sautéed new potatoes and the usual caper lime vinaigrette)
I headed for home via a Cigs. There's still plenty people on the streets but as this one was mentioned by a blipper, I thought I'd go and see what I could do...

Black spray pain on yellow grit bin; undated.

Hopefully the longer hours of darkness might lead our hero to venture out of an evening and leave some new blippable material somewhere?