Last leaves, last light

Mostly just a day of getting things done. Funny how the big projects can go smoothly, while the little ones can involve loads of faffing about. 

Since I had to nip to the supermarket, I gave George a lift to work. On the way home I caught this grisly tale of Victorian murder. 

When I got home, I noticed there was hardly a leaf on the sycamore trees. One of the pear trees was doing better, but not much.