Peter took this picture of me yesterday, as we ambled through the park into town. I usually avoid town on a Saturday afternoon (in fact, I usually avoid town altogether if I can), but we had Things To Do yesterday, so we gritted our teeth and headed down the hill.
It was such a lovely day, so we walked, and we took a little detour through the park by the museum.
Sunshine is good. Autumn is good. And there’s something special about autumn sunshine, arriving just as you were starting to think you were in for nothing but dreary grey drizzle, which lifts the spirits like nothing else, don’t you think?