An t-Samhain

As always on the first day of the month I have blipped the trees outside our living room. This year the high winds in the last couple of days have hastened the fall. We can almost make out the dogs, and their owners, on the playing field.
I like November, it’s one of my favourite month, and in spite of everything it will be again. Indeed the situation positively lends itself to a ‘coorie in’.
An indulgent Sunday punctuated by a swim, and the inevitable admin that out of a lifetime habit I put off for a Sunday.