Bluebottles

By a long way, blue is my favourite colour and there are deep shades of blue which are almost spiritual. E likes collecting old bottles and, where we have lived, it has been easy to find an accommodating window whose light brings the blue into the room. Well, a little bit anyway.

These bottles are up high and they are catching the last of the day's sun. Outside, the copper beech is now surrendering to autumn. It's rich, deep red is now turning to a fragile pink and spent leaves are forming small piles around the place.

The larger bottles remind me of top-hatted gentlemen and it looks as if one has had a little too much to drink. They standing proudly amongst the ladies; one of whom looks particularly dangerous.