You Wait for One and Two come at Once.

His Lordship and I heard the alarm as we passed the fire station and waited like two excited schoolchildren as the doors opened and not one but two engines emerged, sirens blaring. Oh the thrill! All that was lacking was a small son holding my hand and jumping up and down with the wonderment of seeing a red fire engine coming out of its station. It didn't feel quite the same having HL at my side.

Still it added to the atmosphere as we wound our way to the café which was going to provide me with a large 'Jammy Dodger' to repay the calorie deficit after some dawn exercise in the land of iron.......... well at least a fraction of the deficit.

We walked home through the Meadows under trees shedding a constant flutter of golden leaves which fell like confetti around us.
It reminded us both of the final stages in Central Park of the 1998 New York Marathon when we ran through a rain of falling leaves, with the bystanders yelling 'Freedom' as they notice the Saltires on our running shirts. It was a goose bump occasion.