Autumn comes sooner in Scotland than further south.  Somehow this year I missed the subtle change in the light that heralds its arrival - perhaps because I've been rising later or perhaps  because the weather turned substantially more dull all of a sudden at the end of an especially golden summer.

Irrespective, the colour changes and leaf fall of autumn have a special place in my personal litany of thanks, proof, were it needed of another year lived.

This afternoon, a stroll in nearby Victoria Park where hints of autumn abound.