All, or nearly all, the orange rowan berries have been stripped by birds. As I pass one of the rowans in Berkeley Road I see a blackbird with one berry in its beak: the last of the season?
A big bowl of steaming mussels at Sankey's. Instead of the white wine sauce with parsley, I choose a thai version, with a sauce using coconut milk, lemon grass and chili.
A little dog barking fruitlessly at a squirrel up a tree, and wandering off.