Late summer evening

Only 6:30, and the sun's already casting long shadows.

No bowlers on the green, just the lonely sound of a dying alarm from the clubhouse.

The faint but rich smell of bonfire smoke carried on the breeze.

Anyone care to join me in a chorus of "aye, the nights are fair drawing in"?

It was "Meet the teachers" night for George tonight. Well, we met them. The most entertaining part was the earnestness of the first-time parents. Aw bless.