The Wynd

Coming down Gillespie Wynd at dusk. Since the clocks went back, night seems to fall like a curtain, quite a bit earlier than predicted. I love wynds, but at dusk they can feel a bit spooky. This is one of the spookiest, with a triple dogleg and dozens of painted doors into secret gardens. I had to steel myself to walk back up it into the town. Even though it's All Saints today and the ghouls are fended off for another year. Supposedly. But do they know about the Gregorian calendar?