Autumn
As the calendar turned from August to September, the season switched. As suddenly as that. One day we were basking in the loveliest summer for years, the next it was a memory.
Now the mist is sitting on the hilltops, occasionally falling down into the valley, shrouding the fields. I'm gorging on blackberries as we walk the hedgerows - the best kind of breakfast-on-the-go.
The first leaves are dropping lazily whilst the rowan berries sing brightly. There's a back-to-school feeling in the air - even for those of us who left school aeons ago.
This is my favourite time of year….the season in which I feel most comfortable. Here's hoping it's as beautiful as the summer now fled.