On this gloomy Remembrance Day, with the cloud low over the hills, we did a little circuit of Duffield, our neighbouring village.

There's a bit of history here, but for the casual observer, "handsome" is the word to reach for, I think. There's plenty of that archetypal Derbyshire stone, and the valley setting is very fine:










Back at "our" weirs, in Milford, the river is still looking quite dramatic:




And in our garden, this bush seems to redden by the day:


It's a beautiful season, for all its whims and wiles.