I’m changing my mind about Autumn. My sister M is right, I am wrong. For me, November has aways been imbued with gloom, but today at the park – we meet here on Mondays to write together – the acers are outrageous. And it would be a crime not to notice. Not to let their colour seep into my bones. Words won’t cut it though, so, here are some images – not a single filter on any of them.