|Falling leaves unveil our Church again.........|
After parting with nearly half an armful of blood for all sorts of tests prior to my annual MOT last Thursday, I was
|After the jab, a cold day on Castle Hill last Thusday....|
|Bare branches along a flooded River Wharfe....|
As my previous blog headline intimated, the ancient marathoner is slowing down fast. Ripe autumn with all its dazzling colours and luscious fruits is slipping away as winter advances inexorably from misty horizons. I can bear its soft whisperings, I hate it when it shouts.......