You can hardly believe it when the Marina looks so innocently picturesque under goldening leaves.
No worries, we've got plans.
We motor out for the last sail of the year and the lake is smooth as glass.
What fun - seaplanes!
Over the HSBC (90 per cent empty) building.
They're trying to have a race but the America's Cup this isn't.
Meanwhile, back at base, a patient owl. He's been patient for a while now. In fact he hasn't moved for years.
He's not fooled.
In the foreground, the Hatch restaurant where we famously once saw a seagull grab a hot dog straight out of a little boy's bun. Signs do say, "Birds Will Help Themselves". In the distance, the red Buffalo fireboat leaves.....
The flowers, autumn "mums" now, still put on a brave show, the old lighthouse in the background.
And lightly burnished leaves soften City Hall.