Days of mellow fruitfulness

Ah well, looks like Autumn is upon us.
As I write there is thunder rumbling in the distance, a slight chill in the air.
Cut through the Church yard on my way home tonight, partly as a short cut and also to see if I could find something for my blip today.
I think these are the hips of the dog rose, but I`m sure there will be a blipper up there to put me right.
Off to do our packing, we go away Saturday morning and I`m working tomorrow night and Chris is hopeless at packing.
If you want a job doing well, do it yourself