Creepy Boston

Or to be more accurate ‘Boston Ivy’
 
 
I’ve only blipped this a few times before over the centuries, and usually when it’s in its full red glory.
 
Typical Sunday.  Sunday brunch followed be a small creosoting job on the shed which turned large (I forgot to stop), running the generator and cleaning out the BBQ ready for our first spit-roast which won’t happen today as it’s gone cloudy and miserable.  I guess that’s just how I feel at the moment, but we’ll be Skyping the offspring shortly, so that will liven things up a bit.