Penultimate squash

A day to recover. No events, no obligations. I still managed to fill it, somehow. Partly with making soup from the penultimate squash.

It's interesting looking back on their appearance when I harvested them - storage has made them look much more like 'proper' butternut squash. They haven't lasted me quite the predicted six months because I gave some away but they've done me proud over the winter.

Extra for Chamaeleo - couldn't believe it when I walked under this bridge yesterday.