November days

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I always find the end of November a strange time,  a kind of lull, a standing still almost between the crisp, golden days of autumn and the onset of winter . The temperature drops, the first frosts arrive, the last of the leaves cling on before trees are finally stripped bare.

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Grey is the colour of the day as Sunday morning fog lingers into the afternoon

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creating a wonderful, diffused light as the sun shimmers from behind the foggy haze.

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Sky, sea and shore seem to merge together, adding a grey and melancholy note to the day. Bleak but still rather beautiful. A time to reflect, perhaps, as the end of year approaches.

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