The Last of the Pumpkins

M and I braced ourselves this morning and headed to Hawick to the sale at the local cashmere mill. We go most years, looking for Christmas presents and maybe a little something odd for ourselves?

This year's haul included several scarves, some fingerless mittens and a couple of sweaters. Result.

Back home, we had a look around the garden - it is a sorry sight. The last flowering plants have turned to mush after the hard frosts of the last week.

The pumpkin was just about the only cheerful article, sheltered in the greenhouse and forgotten about. It will soon be soup.