A frost!

I follow Little Dog around the garden and take delight in spotting frosted grass stalks.  The air smells of decaying autumn leaves and we enjoy a fine circuit in the cold air up to the hut. 

I’m in luck; the boiler fakes illness and then fires up.

I stoke up the fuel again and head out on my bike around the reservoirs.  It's windy now but not as cool and I'm permanently looking this way and that to find something to set off those clouds in the sky.

This'll do.