Caught in a web

Water droplets caught in cobwebs on the early-flowering heather. In a neighbour's garden, leaves on a cherry tree are turning gold and red. Mid-July, and there's already a definite air of autumn. It's certainly cold enough...

Last Soul Choir of the term. It was a "boozy sing" evening, though not all the 'booze' was alcoholic, sitting around tables in the café area rather than the usual rows of chairs in the basement. A few songs alternating with time to chat and get to know each other - a nice change, and most enjoyable.