We are having an exceptionally mild autumn. Best of both worlds today as it had dried up and the sun peeped out. We had 18°C yesterday and 17° today, both exceptional. Mrs Steve and I took our folding electric Bromptons for a spin along the Tarka Trail in north Devon, setting off from East The Water, and we had lunch, sitting outside, at the wonderful Fremington Quay café, which has stunning views across the Taw/Torridge estuary to Braunton Burrows and Baggy Point. It was a lovely day out, the low light was gorgeous and we felt exhilarated enough to go home and scoff spag bol from on our laps as we watched Strictly. One of the days of the year, and at the end for me of yet another spell of ill-health with cellulitis, which, for once, I'd managed to shake off in under a week, thanks to my doc's rapid intervention. And it would have been my mum's 94th birthday today so we raised a glass to her. Not, unfortunately, with her favourite tipple, which was Baileys. On that alone, she and I could not agree!