This time of year

Well, I love it. I'm a November child so I guess I associate the damp smells with oncoming birthdays and loot - ha, back when birthdays were to be anything but dreaded - and found myself pointing towards home town to do certain hometown related business things yesterday. Have you ever noticed how the rain smells different when you're back home? It's true. And lordy, wasn't there enough opportunity to prove that yesterday. Anyway, I like the autumn. Grey overcasts like that remind me of being on the inside of an electric lit kitchen, the artificial light making the outside seem darker and the classified football results on TV. Suppose that's my safe place.

If you like autumn too, you could do worse than to take a drive through Thetford Forest in the afternoon. I'd reccommend the road from Elveden through Brandon to Whittington. The colour on the trees and the mass fallen leaves on the ground are just concentrated autumn in a box. Astounding. Normally I'd have stopped for pictures, but to be honest the light had dropped just a little too far towards evening and it was a just too overcast. Maybe later.