Stepped out into a blue dusk with a clear sky and no wind; should have shivered in December. The grass was summer-lawn dew-wet and the windscreens thickly misted, yet still 12C. Despite the humidity, the roads had dried in that gentle zephyr-like breeze. Late September!
Bertie, Itchen Valley.
Retire while you can still press the 'retire now' button.