A rarity

Our walk along S&N's drive this afternoon was damp, cool and most definitely autumnal. 

I'm not a particular fan of growing Northern Hemisphere deciduous trees in NZ, but at this time of year I can see the attraction. The colours are beautiful.

The mizzly day has resulted in one of the rarest of rare things: sitting on the window seat reading my book for hours. "Deadland" by William Shaw grabbed me this morning and won't let me go. I have one chapter to read, and feel almost bereft that it is almost finished. I might need a snooze afterwards...

Bean - of course - has been snoozing all day, buried under her blankets. Other than for our walk, she has turned down all invitations to venture into the wet weather.

Tomorrow looks brighter.