Autumn morning at Esher station. The colours, though muted, are as varied in tone as a patchwork quilt. I wish you could see the range in the clouds and sky, which are not well represented in this photo. Every week threatens cold, but it never arrives. The big patch of green on the left hand side is Sandown Race course, we live just on the side of it. The train in which I’m writing this is warm and humid from two things – cramped people and wet clothes. Christmas holidays are not far away, Christmas trees are sprouting in public places. Choirs sing winter carols around town – in the stations, under bridges. Unlike the stridently upbeat ones heard in the USA, these are more quiet, sombre, foreshadowing cold, dark nights.
