Season of mists

I went for a brisk walk this morning to get my steps in. Alaric was wearing a soft scarf of low cloud, rather than a hat, and it was dissipating rapidly. It's still been unusually cool for September. S has swept the chimney, a sure sign of approaching autumn.

Gym this evening was a bit of a shocker after our laidback three-person session last week. There were 10 people there! Our leader and chief motivator A was back after not being able to come for months because of work, and she piled on the pressure. She kept complaining that no-one was chatting as we normally do; that's because we were out of breath. It was good though. Back home to lounge for the rest of the evening.