Girl with Green Eyes

Autumn has come in with a rush. It's wet. The apples have fallen and are wasp nibbled, the conservatory is smelling like a winery as the few remaining grapes start fermenting, the last fig has been eaten, the leaves are changing, the robins are making a racket and the swallows have gone. It's chilly and excursions outside are severely curtailed - Ada is not impressed. And I haven't been for a swim.

Son#2 is wearing a crown - do go and take a look. PigDog has the same expression as me on reading about the possible emigrating!