Strolling Just Strolling

Do you remember the tune 

Strolling just strolling,  

In the cool of the evening air, 

I don't envy the rich in their automobiles, 

 For a motor car is phoney.

I'd rather have Shanks's pony, 

When I'm strolling, just strolling, 

With the light of the moon above, 

Every night I go out strolling,  

And I know my luck is rolling, 

When I'm strolling with the one I love. 

Flanagan and Allen sang it, then me as I strolled through

 Healey Dell with Mr Dapper Chap after having a late lunch in the tea rooms.

Back home just before it got to dark to see our hands in front of our faces.

 Hmm, must be a song in there somewhere.

 Here's a two for one outfit I put together, sticking with the 

autumn/halloween colours. 

It's my Seaforth vintage blouse and  St. Michaels polyester frock