It feels like autumn ...
I have blackberries and Bramley apples in the kitchen, ready for the first crumble of the season.
I'm engrossed in TV costume drama. Classier by far than Downton Abbey!
And I'm getting deeper and deeper into an 800-page Russian epic. (Loving the grand scale of it after a bit too much Virginia Woolf.)
I'm looking forward to tonight's dinner which will be delivered to my door by a Czech chef who lives less than a mile away,
Drinking teas that taste of autumn fires
And feeling thoroughly glad that the heatwave is over.