One last fling

We drove home today. The morning was bright. Normally I would have walked Basil down to the beach but I was just too tired. I walked him round the chalet instead which is when I saw these crane flies having one last fling.

On the day we'd arrived and walked to the beach, myriads of crane flies had lifted from the ground. Once it's really colder I doubt that we'll see them anymore.

The café at Goltho Gardens was open where we stopped for tea and bought a pot each of perennial rudbeckia and white michaelmas daisies.

The central heating went on this evening.