Sunday, September 28, 2014

Rusty and golden leaves...

..scattering along pavements...and a seaside town at the end of summer.  I love September - it is the best of all months and England at this time of year can be so utterly enchanting. There is a slight sense of sadness in Autumn which has its own charm. But now there is an extra edge: High Street  shops closing ("people buy everything over the internet - we can't compete") and the whole atmosphere marred by shouting and shrieking people from an "adult weekend" at a nearby holiday camp, all over-excited and tiresome, men dressed in women's clothes etc, drunk, slobbering, loud. Oh, our poor  country...

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