... the fairly despondency-inducing 'Obama: What Happened to Hope' with Andrew Marr , and the fun-filled escapism of Downton Abbey.
And despite promising to take the camera out more, I still forgot to this morning, so I didn't catch the roost of jackdaws in the lime-green foliage and dark tracery of the plane tree above the car park, or the brown and yellow carpet of leaves tufted with sweet chestnut husks, or the dark micro-world, the small change of the wall pennywort, the seedling foxglove and moss velour cradling the perfect gold toadstool in the rotted hollow it the roots of the oak tree.
But I filled my pockets up with chestnuts, so I didn't come home empty-handed.
Free stuff. Chestnuts and yesterdays mushrooms, which though quite well out and open with velvety brown rather than pink gills, weren't insect-eaten at all, and made good rich duxelles, the best way to preserve wild mushrooms, I think. The pumpkin seeds I'll be happy to give to the birds, if they can eat them. We buy an awful lot of sunflower seeds through the winter, which these might supplement.
That'll have to do for tonight!