Froglets, bat cave and elder flowers.

1. Stand still on the bank of the pond. Tiny frogs are getting out of our way.

2. I stand on tip-toes to peer through the hole in the walled up bat cave. The air inside is cold and musty, and I can make out junk by the light that slants in through the high slots left for the bats.

3. Along the way, I pick a posy of elder flowers. I think that these creamy, foamy white flowers are the sort of thing I'd like to have for my wedding -- but of course, that's not possible for November; and the white flowers wouldn't show up in the photos. I take them home and make some elderflower cordial to drink before supper.