Went for a walk yesterday morning, and it had that Autumnal feeling about it for the first time this year, cool and misty.
There was the distinctive smell of a coal fire as I approached the Grand Union Canal, which took me back to childhood when the only heating in the entire house, was a coal fire in the living room.
The smoke was coming from the seven or eight narrowboats, moored up for the night alongside the woods... although there was one making an early start. I know the man who uses that boat, as he often moors here and spends a week or so away from the inner City, where he has a permanent mooring space in "Little Venice".