waiting for fall on a sunday

 The sun is shining and there is no sing of fall. 

I have bought my hip city wellies and I have my camera ready for beautiful fall pictures.

Well there is a one sign of fall, the spiders are getting really big in out garden.

On a Sunday morning I walk through otherwise busy High Street. 

I walk by the halal meat shops and places that sells plastic everything. 

 I am going to the farmers market in Walthamstow.

There I will get my Sunday fish. 

I buy for the whole week jam, sausages, bread and vegetables.