Leaves and Lines at the Last of the Light

I get off my train just before 6pm and the sun has now officially set; for the first time I noticed that the street light was on too and the platform had been gritted in preparation for ice!

You notice these things as a Blipper :o)

It's no longer 'suddenly' Autumn; she's waltzed in gently with a rustling gown of gold and russet and we've watched her dance.

It's looking like we might have a clear night tomorrow - I could be moor-bound once more!