A Disparate Group

You may be wondering what the connection is between these three images. There is none.
The only one I owned was the Portuguese custard tart, but that sadly is no more, lost somewhere in my digestive system. It was a Sunday treat and slipped over very easily with much appreciation on my part. The hydrangea and cold cup of coffee were observed on a walk around the marches. The eagle eyed amongst you might see one of the many busy bees around the hydrangea bush.

There was an unfamiliar chill in the air today and for the first time in a month, the central heating kicked in. My ungloved hands on the handlebars protested just enough to warn me of what would come in the next few months with numb frozen fingers.