Late Autumn seems to show off our urban Victorian specialities rather well. Here, the bare bones of Philips Park identify it as being amongst the first publicly financed parks created in Europe. One of those glacial boulder anomalies adorns the
gateway entrance. I did feel a little guilty when a hopeful band of ducks launched themselves across the desertedly misty park pond towards me, to be met, not with treats but only by a minor photo opportunity. Down Errwood Road is a clear, rarely
car free vista of trees holding on, just barely, to their colours. The cat, Margot, in matching tortoiseshell, surveys our street, also created by the Derbyshire Errwood Hall family, from a suitable vantage point. You know what time of year is coming, though,
when your garden centre becomes a grotto for poinsettias...