You can tell it's autumn. The Man At The Bus Stop was wearing his winter coat and scarf this morning.

There was a potentially embarrassing moment when he clambered onto the same (early to avoid him) bus this morning and then shockingly got off at the same (early to avoid him) bus stop. But to my immense relief, he didn't tread towards my favoured verdant short cut but instead took the urban route to his destination. I didn't see him again.

Mizzly autumn times.