Grey pavements, golden leaves

Up to Hampstead to meet Mum. I was early and the journey straightforward. Walking up from West Hampstead down opulent sidestreets carpeted with fallen leaves. All rather lovely. Was early for Mum, and we toddled off down Flask Walk to the Old White Bear. Had a nice time, and got talking to a woman who was waiting for a friend who was in the The Royal Free. She was an interesting woman who worked as a tour guide in Kent, and was writing notes towards a book based on her family history. Very frank and open. The Polish woman who runs the pub stopped by and talked to us too, as she always does. 

Chatted with Anton on the way home, struggling to get everything done. The trains were kind, and I was home fairly easily, and was back by six. Needed little encouragement to boof onto the gold sofa and chat to Lorraine.

Reds and golds in Hampstead on an mostly grey day.