Evesham Cats Protection, Sunday 29th November, 2011.

Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!

This is a very scaredy cat - but he's getting there.

I didn't sign up for this sort of relentless lovey-dovey stuff! I'm a kitten, get me out of here.

Avast ye! Oh sorry. Wrong animal.

Elsie stands guard outside the office........

..........and enjoys a lunchtime cuppa in the sunshine with a servant.

Jewellery Quarter (yet again), Saturday 26th November, 2011.

In the Jewellery Quarter again, are we, and wearing it with pride?

Caught in the act!

Jewellery Quarter (again), Saturday 12th November, 2011.

We're back in the Jewellery Quarter to see 'the-you-know-what' in wax. Whilst there we visit the Jewellery Museum and take the guided tour of an old Jewellery factory that has remained in situ, so to speak, since it closed down in 1981 (having opened in 1899). These are the machines at which women polished gold, got their hair tangled in the gubbins, or lost an eye when a belt snapped. Health and Safety? Pah!

Old Bluebird Toffees (also made in Birmingham) tin made a handy receptacle for a workers bits and bobs.

The Joseph Chamberlain Clock Tower.

And when it was built.

We took a lot more images but David hadn't loaded the memory card properly and so most of them have been lost. It's his age, y'know.

Birmingham, Saturday 5th November, 2011.

We've come to The Jewellery Quarter today on a top secret mission. Can't say what the mission is, said too much already, but we can say it is to do with our 25th Wedding Anniversary. It's a chance for Vicky to show off her new Autumn coat of which she is very proud (oh yes). Note small paper bag which contains the only purchase we can announce: two expresso mugs - a Xmas present for a work colleague.

Aha, so this is where all the autumnals are. Well, Birmingham is on a plateau (as David is always telling Vicky) so it does arrive that bit earlier.

All Along The Watchtower. Howard outside The Jewellery Quarter BR Station (we have come by car, of course). Might come by train next time if the roads are snowy.

David is an advocate of public transport if it means we get bigger popcorn portions.

An olde urinal. It is shut, of course.

Some history on said olde urinal.

Driven into the city centre now and this is the new Public Library which is coming along nicely. Unfortunately, it is probably even uglier than the old one that it will eventually replace. Even the autumnals can't save the day.

The Anti-capitalism camp has moved from Victoria Square to the Peace Park. Some of its inhabitants go home at night: that's an important, and reassuring, factoid for all readers of The Daily Mail.

Ironmongery detailing on the new Public Library building. Will we warm to the library eventually? Watch this space but don't hold yer breath.

Gheluvelt Park, Monday, 31st October, 2011.

We haven't taken many images of this Autumn up to now on account of it being so late this year. Even so, with November virtually upon us, it seems somewhat half-hearted. Nice tho', eh?

Evesham Cats Protection, Sunday 30th October, 2011.

Upon arrival we find Elsie in her usual position. But what's this? She's still got part of the turkey rasher she had with her eggs toast and beans for breakfast in her gob. Swallow it, Elsie, swallow it.

That's it, look no further. This one wins our 'favourite cat of the day' hands down. Well, it's David's favourite anyway.

With all the feeding and cleaning-out over in record time this morning we get a chance to learn a new skill: grooming the long-haired cats. It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it!

This is Robbie. Here was here a month ago. This is perplexing. We can't understand why no-one has taken a shine to him 'cos he's a great bloke. You know where he lives: adopt him!

It's only 12:30 and some lucky blighters are already on their second feed of the day. David wishes he was. He's only had a bowl of muesli and fruit, that was four hours ago, and his tummy's-a-rumblin". Time to go home.

HSCC, Silverstone, Saturday 22nd October, 2011.

Yes, we know we said that our last visit to Siverstone would be the final one of the year but we lied. Well, with a reasonable weather forecast and the chance to see our favourite single-seaters of all-time (the F5000's in case you were wonderin') for a third year running, you wouldn't have wanted us to do anything else, would you? This is a 1975 F5000 Lola T332, with Steven Chaplin at the wheel, trundling down pit lane. Note the expression on the face of the chap in the background. Says it all, really.

Size really does matter. Just ask Gregory Thornton about his 1964 4,727cc Ford Falcon if you don't believe us. His is at least 73 metres long. At least.

So, just what is the definition of a crisis? Is it the fact that yer Porsche isn't running all that well and you've only qualified in the midfield or is it the fact that yer gas cylinder has run out and the pan of sausages you are cooking for your lunch is only half-cooked? You decide.

Yay! David is very happy following a successful trip to Silverstone's, ahem, facilities.

A fine battle ensued for the victory spoils in the Guards Trophy race for GT and Sports Racing cars. The Ginetta got in front of the Chevrons by the end.

The spirit of Jim Clark lives on. Mark Jones won the Historic Touring Car race and constantly aimed his 1963 Ford Lotus Cortina at the bollard-thingy on the inside of Brooklands on every lap. He finally scooped it up on the penultimate lap. Getting the thing onto two wheels was obviously the key.

Silverstone can be a cold and desolate place at the best of times and today is no exception. But, crucially, it's not as cold and desolate as when we were here a fortnight ago. Now that was cold and desolate. It's positively balmy in comparison today.

Let's finish off with a shot of an example of the much-desired Mitsubishi Lancer 1.6 Auto Equip (in black and with the same clocks as an Evo, lest we forget). But what's this? Some scrote has parked a cowing' old historic MG sports car in the way. Git!