Evening stroll

A wander along the canal to soak up the last warm rays of the evening sun. One of the moored barges had a peat fire burning sending out a sweet smoke. It's inhabitant was pumping out 60s jazz ( or something... Not sure, but it was weird and made me smile) on what sounded like a gramophone. So I just chilled on a nearby bench for five, taking it all in. Then wandered home via the shop to get a can of beer to help out with the twilight gardening! No bad.