Here we are....

.... me and my son Luke,
under a tree in Daviot wood near Inverness
(true Duncan Brown country:
Any photograph taken here is a homage to the Master),
on our way to visit my ninety two year old Auntie Anjey,
the most glamorous and good fun of all my Aunties,
who, after my father died when I was thirteen,
bought me a Dog and a Black Leather Jacket.

Now that is great grief counselling for a teenager I reckon.

So the three of us are planning
to eat lots of good food
and drink lots of red wine
and, while Anjey tells us old family stories
and scandalous secrets,
look at all the great Autumn colours around
Inverness and Nairn....