The hills are bare now...

...and autumn leaves lie thick and still.

(from Flower of Scotland) - and I don't know why that comes into my mind.

The books have gone ahead to their new home. Strangely, the man who built these shelves for me 15 years ago died suddenly two weeks ago. Another punctuation mark in the way that time progresses.

They are solid, excellent, good shelves. And I shall leave them for the next to come.