Autumnal socialising

Had a back-garden takeaway with K and M last night, all very socially distanced. They admired my dahlias (Bishop of Llandaff) and opined that my late planted squashes might produce fruit if we got a golden autumn.

The sky was patterned with tiny clouds which flushed a fiery pink in the sunset, echoed by our window reflections, and bats flitted overhead.

After that it got quite chilly so we called it a day and packed up quickly.