Oh, what a beautiful morning...

...oh, what a  wonderful day! Can you beat a sunlit English morning in autumn, with the low, warm light and the glorious colours of the slowly dying leaves? Plus the smell of bacon.

Sorry to be rapturous, but it really is lovely today, In fact I'm going to quote some poetry next; not 'season of mists and mellow fruitfulness', much as I love that, but John Betjeman's

Early nip of changeful autumn,

Dahlias glimpsed through garden doors,

At the back precarious bathrooms

Jutting out from upper floors...

It's from the brief but excellent poem Business Girls. Bejeman at his most evocative.

Anyway, it's so nice that I will just hastily whack up some pics of moths from the trap last night and then get outside to enjoy it. We are going for a long walk.

Basically a Carpet, a Quakerish thing, one of the Ys and a Black Rustic. More detail later. 

Update: I'm back, after a very enjoyable circular walk from Archbishop Sentamu's palace at Bishopthorpe on the edge of York, along the river Ouse flood levee  (loads of mud everywhere from last month's inundation) to the old Terry's chocolate factory ,and back on the racecourse. And I identify the above as: a Red-green Carpet (see four or five posts back); a Red-line Quaker; a Silver Y and as previously said, a Black Rustic.  Hope I'm right, and Goodnight.