The Met Office forecast is simple to describe. It says mist for all 24 hours, and a maximum temperature of 12° C. As far as I can see there is no more than a slight haze towards the horizon. The BBC forecast is a lot like yesterday except the sunny spells are shown as starting as late as 2pm. If, like yesterday, they start earlier, say midday, they could make the rather low 13° C feel OK. Today should be dry, and so will tomorrow. Tomorrow may actually be a single degree warmer at 14° C, but at the moment only a single hour, 4pm, may feature a sunny spell. The Met Office say tomorrow will be misty except for the afternoon, and that will feature thick dark cloud.

  Yesterday was a good day for several reasons. One was some good news from Angela. Her doctors realised she could not handle the chemo therapy, and have stopped it. That made Angela very happy. She will continue to have radiotherapy. The other good news, in simplified form, is I got some fresh air !

  As I think I mentioned yesterday morning, I seemed to feel not exactly good, but better than recently. At that time it was not due to the weather, because it was still rather dull, but maybe it was some stupid faith that it might be a lot better later on - and it was. I had a warm shower, and got myself dressed. By then, and it was before midday if I recall properly, we had the first sunny spell. From then on they got longer and longer.

  It was time to grab my camera, and new leather jacket and go for a walk. It was the first time I have worn, as opposed to trying on, the new leather jacket, and it was good. It felt nice and comfortable, although I will admit that I had no reason to zip up the front for this walk. I didn't seem to overheat in it even when the sun was on my back. I think I have finally found the leather jacket I wanted.

  I started out with little ambition of walking very far. I thought that the maximum I would attempt was to go as far as the hospital before returning. My thoughts were that I have an appointment at the hospital (diabetic eye check) next week, and it would be good to know I could make that far with not too much trouble.

  In a way I cheated because I tried to keep my walking fairly slow, and as can be seen in the picture on the left, I only managed 1.33 mph. That would be a very slow walk by itself, but much of the reason was because I would stop to take a photo, or at least check to see what the view was like through the viewfinder, at least every 5 minutes.

  All those stops meant that my angina pains never really got too uncomfortable, but I was kept very aware I was right on the edge many times. In some ways it was a bit like heartburn, which can be very painful at times, but I knew that the burning sensation in my chest was probably not that because it extended up my neck, and gave me a sensation not unlike toothache. It also got as far as the shoulder blades, but my short pauses stopped it getting bad enough to go down the arms.

  Yesterday I used my Canon 600D camera, and that is generally a very good camera, but I was disappointed on two counts. I had my Tamron 28 to 300mm telephoto lens on it. In proper bright weather, and taking snaps of big things like trains, it has taken really good snaps in the past. However, like the Tamron lens I used on my Nikon cameras, it seemed to give a sort of soft focus in less than ideal light. I also had a lot of problem, by my own incompetence, going from brightly lit to poorly lit snaps.
  These daisies surprised me. I thought that the autumn weather would have stopped them growing, but I saw a lot all over the park. This is one of those pictures taken in low light, and looking very slightly out of focus. I think it is more a soft focus effect of the Tamron lens.
  I think I was too late to get the best autumn colours. Most trees whose leaves turn red had shed nearly all their leaves, but this clump of 2 or 3 trees did have a wonderful display of golden leaves still.
  It is not very spectacular but here's a few more trees in their autumn colours.
  I was walking along the path that bordered the river bank when I spotted something orange laying on the leaf litter. It was this rail ticket, and it was sort of interesting. It had been bought just two days earlier, at Stanstead Airport station, and here it was in Catford. It's destination was 30 or 40 miles from Catford at Audley end. I thought it was also interesting that it was a Daytime Single ticket, and it was bought using an adult Railcard.
  I found this single red leaf hanging from some red looking twigs. I am not sure it was actually attached to the twig. It looks like it is already starting to decay.
  It doesn't require much patience, which is good because I haven't got a lot, to see a squirrel in a nice pose in the park.
  I've seen it so many times before, and so I don't know why it is still a surprise to see blackberries still growing in November. I found this small bunch showing green, red and fully ripe black.
  I can easily believe bight yellow berries in November, and probably December as well, I have no idea what these berries are, but I have an idea that if eaten they could give a terrible stomach upset or worse.
  I was surprised when I convinced myself to walk further than I thought I would. For this picture I walked into Ladywell Village, and passed the station without picking up a copy of The Metro. I only thought about it after I had gone toon far past the station to consider going back. The subject of the picture is a brand new, and only recently built by the look of it, Sainsbury's Local store. I am pretty sure there was a long disused petrol station there the last time I passed it.
  It may look a bit grubby on the outside, but this is one of my favourite places to order shish kebabs from. It may even be in the top three, although it does rather depend on the day, the hours and which chef is doing the cooking. I have had a few not so good kebabs from there.
  This amusing political cartoon is painted on the doors where I think fresh beer is delivered around the back of The Ladywell Tavern.
  This is a new feature in Ladywell Fields. At first sight it looks like it has some big mature trees, but those are behind it. All the trees and shrubs in it, apparently 600 of them, are still very small. In time I can imagine the biggest crowding the rest out. By the time I got here I was after the halfway mark, and not feeling keen enough to explore inside. I was looking forward to finish the walk and getting some proper rest.
  I had almost given up trying to find something new to photograph when I saw the brilliant, almost glowing read and yellow of the bill of this moorhen. I had to use the full zoom on my lens to get it, and it lacks some detail, but those bright colours really stand out under the light shade of the trees on the riverbank.

  I was quite glad to get home. My chest had been mildly aching for most of the walk, and my legs were telling me I had walked to far. As far as my legs are concerned, I am well out of practice. It takes me back to when I was building my stamina by doing shorter walks than this. It was some time before a 1.8 mile walk became routine. It is a shame that while I can probably build up my leg muscles again, I don't think it is going to do anything for the blocked or narrowed arteries feeding blood to the peripheral parts of my heart. It was nice to be able to do the walk, but I don't think I can say I actually enjoyed it.

  As soon as I got home I put some lunch, a quite big sort of lunch, in the oven to cook. It was, as in the picture on the left, garlic and herb chicken Kievs. The best thing was that the whole pack (2 pieces) only contained 3gm of sugar. Sadly the fat and saturates are shown as in the red ! I am not sure whether "only" 804 calories is good or not. Probably not !

  While lunch was cooking I transferred the photos I took to my PC for selection and editing. My first few photos seemed to be bad shots - often just very poorly, and even disastrously framed. It seems that not only where my legs rusty, but so were my photographic skills. I did get the hang of it after the first 10 shots, although I still partly blame that Tamron lens for the quality of some shots. That Tamron lens is still probably quite good for train photography on a sunny day, but I don't think I'll risk it on wildlife again.

  I ate my lunch, and then had a lie down. It felt good to completely relax, although maybe I got too relaxed. I read a few pages from my book, and then my eyelids started to droop. I think I may have had a half hour snooze before I got back to my "digital darkroom" to process most of the photos.

  I had them all done by the time dinner time came around. I think I had a very small snack before dinner, but dinner itself was just two cans of soup. I am starting like just having soup for dinner. Now admittedly I did pep up both cans with hot chilli/pepper sauce, but later on I didn't seem t get any heartburn when I tried for sleep. maybe it was just all the fresh air, but it didn't seem to take a lot of effort to fall asleep. It does take too much effort to remember when that was. It might have been before 10pm.

  There are two bits of dream I remember. One was about meeting people for a drink. I was supposed to be meeting an old (and in real life now dead) friend in Bromley, but I found myself in a pub that was where the Fellowship Inn is on Bellingham, even though it looked more like the Catford Bridge Tavern on the inside and outside. I phoned my friend and suggested he got the train for the couple of stops to Bellingham station.

  It didn't seem long before he arrived, and we had a nice beer together then I seemed to forget he was there. I and a different friend were called over to the bar by the governor of the pub. He said he had two envelopes for us. Inside mine was about £200 in £20 notes, and a message saying that for all the help setting up my business. It is doing better than expected, and so with great thinks you can have a share of the profits.

  My friend go something very similar. The odd thing is that we were both mentioned by full name in the message, and yet we couldn't remember who it might have been from. I had a strong feeling it might have been a young woman we both knew, but who exactly, and what we had done to help her start her business, or even what her business was, was a mystery,

  Another dream featured an appearance of Angela. I am not sure exactly where I was, but I knew quite a few people as musicians. Suddenly I heard someone say Angela is here ! She came into the room, and sat down beside me. she was talking on her phone so we couldn't talk at that time. She gradually edged nearer to me until she was almost resting her head on my shoulder. She stayed talking on her phone and so there was little I could do. I wanted to talk to her about her cancer treatment, and doubly so when I saw her hands. It was as if her finger tips had been dipped in acid. They were brown, wrinkled, and had bits of skin missing in a few places. It looked painful and horrid. I assumed it was the result of the chemotherapy.

  I got up at just after 6am, and I seemed to feel better than I thought. I thought the walk would leave some sort of legacy, and the absence of that seemed to be the good thing. I had a nice pee, but no poo, and then weighed myself. I seemed to have lost 400gm this morning, and that seemed very good. I don't think the energy used on the walk was anywhere near enough to account for that, but maybe it tamed my appetite more than I thought.

  With my weight being less, was there any chance that my blood glucose might be down too. The surprising answer was yes ! The Contour meter read a very good 7.9mmol/l. That was the only meter with a reading low enough to go in the light green, fairly good, zone. The GlucoRX meter read 8.1mmol/l, which is really not much higher. Even the new Exactive (Chinese) meter read  a reasonably OK 8.4mmol/l. I also took a reading on the Sinocare meter, but didn't include it is my spreadsheet of results. It too was well behaved with a reading of 8.0.

  I have been contemplating the idea of going out again today. I know I should because it could be good for me in several ways, but the odds against are not looking good. One thing against it is the simple, but old old story of being constipated again. There is no discomfort apart from the fear that I become uncomfortable while a long way from a toilet. Another slight problem is that despite saying I felt mostly OK after yesterday's walk, that "mostly" does not include a sore bunion. I should have put something more substantial over it when I went out. I actually used a small sticking plaster, and that slipped and seems to have caused more problem than it solved.

  Another negative, although it seems to be fading quite quickly, is that I slightly hurt my back just now while trying to pull a rug straight. Maybe the biggest negative is that it is already nearly 11.30am, and the sky looks dreadful outside. I think I am very confident it won't rain, but the air is going to be cold enough to hurt my chest, and the light is going to be awful enough to make for poor photos. Maybe the sun might break through at 2pm, as per the forecast (and latest revision), and I might revise my ideas then, but by then I may have lost interest anyway !