And so comes Autumn....
Flying back into Britain last night from the hot Tuscan sun did not fill me with dread. Yes we enjoyed the Italian food, the wine not to mention the beautiful scenery and we appreciated it for all its worth. But, and there is a but, there is nothing like coming home. We left in summer time, enjoyed summer time and have now arrived to our wonderful British Autumn and I for one am full of pride of our own amazing country side. Yes it is a bit cold and wet, but go with it and embrace the changing seasons. We walked today in the rain in the glorious Ampthill Park, one of the last places that Queen Catherine of Aragon lived. Steeped in history if only the trees could tell their secrets.
Elderberries dripped from trees like little jewels tangled with brambles of blackberries gone over.
Now we sit beside the first fire of Autumn, combined with a chicken in the stove, it fills the house with warm familiar smells that are a comfort. We now lay in wait for the changing colours and the first of the chestnuts, there is still plenty to look forward to, but for now we sit infront of the fire and maybe open the Chianti from Chianti and think of days gone by and days to come.