It has been a week of sore feet: I spent this morning in A&E with the Queen, who, it turns out, has a David Beckham injury – a broken metatarsal. Although she acquired hers playing cricket. And Dreamer sprained her ankle last night when heading to the church hall before our big bonfire party for the youth group. She was off to fetch the first aid kit at the time, obviously. So she couldn’t take Freddie the dog for a walk today.
So that’s how I ended up on a drizzly walk this afternoon and marvelling at the beauty of autumn:
Bright toadstool
Golden route
The Vicar's Wife 