A Summer Day in Autumn

It's definitely autumn. It's Sunday, 8th October. But, with apologies to Keats, this is no ode to fruitful mists and mellow suns. In fact, with bright sunshine and temperatures in the mid-twenties, if feels like a glorious summer day.

I'm in a light summer skirt, top and sandals. Butterflies are flaunting their gorgeously rich summer colours. Insects are busily out in force and the leaves are barely starting to change colour.

It's more summery than when I last posted here in July.

The horse chestnuts, though, are trying to say something different.

To be honest, though, I'm still not sure whether summer is coming or going.