Life has significantly slowed down.
I don’t know about you, but after the rush of spring and summer, I feel autumn is something of a cooling down period. Gently easing you into winter with shorter days, cold nights and (in London’s case) drizzle.
The golden, falling leaves almost insist that you have just one more ginger biscuit and the slippery streets tell you to slow down a bit, take your time (and have another ginger biscuit).
Autumn expeditions feel somewhat like floating in a sea of treacle. You couldn’t go anywhere fast, even if you wanted to.
Which I don’t.
I’m very much enjoying the change in pace, very much enjoying the grey weather and every possible excuse to stay inside and watch the rain.
The only downside is that I really don’t have very many adventures to tell you about! No waterfall hunting, flying picnics or boat parties, just outings between downpours, and evenings spent reading books or eating with friends.
One such outing was to crunch through some of Kensignton Garden’s finest gold scenery.
With my two favourite chaps.
Mr Custard and Mr Londoner.
^ Totally unimpressed.
I find it impossible to resist Britain’s changing seasons.
Even if you forget the countryside and visit the city’s parks, the transformation is breathtaking.
Making something as simple as a dog walk, a real treat to be savoured.