Yesterday saw the annual leaf mould garden competition and distribution - this year's winner was the top terrace bed, which is now gratefully snuggled up for the winter under the lovely, crumbly stuff you see in the picture. I don't understand how most of the footpath's gravel got in there though. I know the leaf blower did suck up a few bits n bobs last year, but I think they must have bred in the bin over the summer.
Now I must get cracking with collecting this year's leaves before it rains this weekend, otherwise they'll turn into a soggy, sticky, stubbornly unshifting mass all over the garden and front drive. It's the same kind of stuff which forms the annual leaves on the line problem on the railways - nice (not).