Up And Out,

into a grey day,

past the snail mail box, 

the trees now losing their leaves, 

across the green, the grass under the trees covered with leaves, 

a pity it is not bright sunlight, this tree with its leaves in a gambit of autumn colour, 

and this is where I was headed, the Harris Academy in Beckenham, where the photo club meet every Wednesday, when I was there a couple of days ago I noticed in one of the rooms the kids had a dinosaur table with paintings and models on it, so I decided to print off, 

one of my blue eyed dinosaur photographs that I printed in A3 size and mounted it in a black mount, 

I also printed 30 A4 size prints with a plain white background so the kids could colour in trees, other dinosaurs, what ever they fancy, prints dropped off,

a walk back past the graveyard, 

and into the park passing Foxgrove lodge, 

where the wisteria was putting on a late show of just three sprays of blooms, 

in the side garden,

a splash of bright yellow, 

a begonia was in flower, and bright it looked too,

arriving home I looked out of the living room window, and there the foxes were, 

mum, dad, and a youngster, 

the youngster having a much more pronounced black colour to its ears, feet and tail, 

time for my evening read and sherry,

for tonight a smoked lake trout, with bread and butter, the trout delicious, 'Cheers!', after which the usual fare on the television, and tonight a double helping of Poirot, as the second one started Diana arrived home, so feet up for a coffee or in my case another spiced rum and a chat, as Poirot finished we were off to bed.