Fallen

Decisions, decisions: allotment or bowling, bowling or allotment? In the end bowling won and I wandered over to Roseburn. Should have spent longer strolling through the cemetery though as I got to the club ten minutes before they opened and had to go for another wee walk. Practice was a bit frustrating, not bad but struggling to keep my line right. But then, if I could do that consistently I wouldn’t need the practice.
A different route for the walk home, pavements covered in fallen leaves most of the way.
Oh and a new guy in the top job, elected by his peers just in case the party faithful didn’t fancy him for a second time. Small mercies.