November

Perhaps I’m misremembering but I think the trees were less green and more autumnal a year ago. It was almost warm enough to have coffee on the balcony.
By six o’clock it felt like midwinter. It poured as I pounded round Pollok Park with RunTalkRun in the pitch dark illuminated by head torches, and accompanied by various smells - foxes, damp leaves and a definite whiff of cannabis, I was told.