Crisp sunlight this morning, trees half full of yellow leaves shivering over the black twists of branches. A silver chimney-top spinning and glinting. I walked and bought stuff for monoprinting, doffed my hat to a passing coffin trolley, and then I swopped my never used spanish guitar for something loud. Now the weather's grey and rubbish outside and I'm finger crossing it won't rain on our parade.
It needs a little bit of attention but sounds like this already: