All Souls Day, the day after the night of All Hallows Eve. I assume its safe to wander abroad again? There are tell tale signs in the streets that gruesome things have been happening in the witching hours and, judging by the abandoned empties, there has been a lot of communion with the spirits… Ha! geddit? Stick to the script Chris…

Through an open first floor window I can see the head of a young man with bleached blond hair and hear him recounting his adventures. Has he just woken up, or is he carrying on still from last night? A broken drain bleeds moss onto a wall, pigeons preen and wisps of moulted fancy dress cling to the pavement.

What starts out grey and rainy begins to break up and small and tantalising scraps of cyan spread across the sky, turning it once again into a deep and crystal blue. Is it really November? I’m not complaining.

Today’s stone of the day has a distinctly antipodean flavour…