It's nearly winter - almost.
Very dark and cold.
Slithery tyres on the road to the Scout Hut.
Gloves and hats.
Crackly puddles on the Eylesbarrow track.
"I'm not going to the Royal Oak down the steep Marchant's Cross hill. No way!"
Draw your own beer from a gazebo for £1.50 a pint.
A good, nearly-winter, Wednesday night.