Dying ...

These dead flower-heads seem to be watching the grey sea for the next shower of rain as the weather, as promised, becomes colder. 12ºC this afternoon; 14º yesterday; 16º the day before that. Am I becoming obsessive?

I can enjoy autumn when it's golden trees and red, dry leaves on the ground, but too often in this part of the world it's wind and rain and trees that one day are covered in leaves and the next blown empty by a passing gale.

We escaped the rain by a whisker ...