Early this morning. 6.45 am.

The robin is singing again. I listened to him as I strolled up the garden in air that was fresh and smelled of approaching autumn.
The starlings were making their usual ticking and whistling sounds.
The rowan glowing against the patch of sharp blue sky.
Poignant day today.
Saying good bye to my friend.
Long journey ahead travelling up to the funeral in Ribchester, at 12.00 noon.
Time for breakfast.