those things I have forgotten

So; no photos of Max, nor of Adrian and Maggie nor of the various recent evenings; last night at the Normandy Frites was particularly visually appealing on account of the pictures on their walls (ahem, yes, mine -) though we were on the terrace so didn't see that much of them. Adrian and Maggies place up in the hills deserved a realm of snaps but I  forgot. Now Max has left for pastures new so despite a couple of soirees we just have to remember what he looks like...
The picture instead is of the mist lifting above a shed. These autumn mornings are beautiful, clouds slowly lifting to sunshine -