Autumnal Harebell

.....Of the Mister variety. Mr H was out running this morning and I was walking briskly behind. A chap in an electric buggy gave Mr H a wave, and when he passed me, he told me that I needed to be moving my feet a bit quicker. I said I let Mr H do all the running.

It's dull and grey and I feel all fuzzy and grey, too. I have to say that the extra hour in bed agreed with me. The clocks going back signals the start of the winter for me, not my favourite time of year, especially when it is this dull and grey.