It was a great grey afternoon, perfect for a walk. I'd been out earlier this morning to pick up some bread and butter before stopping at fruit and veg man's stand to pick up some produce. I was thrilled that he had some hard apples--he was out last week, so I was glad to see them back. At that time the sun was shining, the sky was blue, and I was getting a bit warm. But after a while the clouds rolled in and things got a bit more brisk.
We headed down towards the water, of course, calling in at the charity shop along the way. Spotted a deep purple skirt--my favourite colour--on the euro rail at the front. I felt it and then grabbed it off the rail to check the label. As I suspected, it is pure wool. I took it! It is far too small for me but as fabric, it's wonderful. It is even pleated, which means more wool, and it has a separate lining. I plan to wash it a couple of times to full it a little bit and then cut it up. Bill found a pair of long johns new in the package too, so it was a useful stop.
The walk was lovely, as usual. The wind had a slight bite to it on the way out of town, but it was coming from behind on the way back. The landscape is one of deep autumn now. I was surprised the feather balanced on top of this plant had not blown off, but it was just blowing with the breeze.