Play of light

The ghostly, skeletal remains of a sign that once read, "NO BALL GAMES".  Probably.  I don't know, it's before my time.  The horse chestnut trees here are setting seed now but all I found were the spiky husks.

I had to do a wee food shop and didn't feel like Big Supermarket so just went to the village shop and had a nice, long, round-the-houses walk home in the fresh air.  I needed the fresh air, quite honestly, for the same reason as every other day this week.  I don't know what is going on but I'm pretty sure it isn't right.