Red Door

Please note the shadows; always a welcome sight after the last two mornings of rain.
Unfortunately they didn't last, but while they did, the walk to Morningside on paths covered in fallen leaves crisp and deep, was completed in beautiful sunshine.

Home to much phoning and messaging, trying to organise family get togethers to coincide with the visit this coming week of the prodigal son from Budapest.

I use the word 'prodigal' only in the sense of his having fled the country of his birth.
I say this to cover myself from any litigation coming my way should the son involved read this.