I’m in Cornwall. Two days ago I swam in the sea, lay on the beach, got a little burned. Then, almost overnight the families in the houses alongside us began to pack up their sandshoes, their wetsuits, their body boards and cram back into the sandy family cars. The village shop emptied enough to actually get to the till. The cars left, the mist came down, the lighthouse began to boom across the bay.
I noticed that the blackberries on the walls were ripe, the grass yellow, the air was damp, smelling of autumn.
My own daughter packed up her stuff, donned her school shoes and went home to do all the work she was supposed to have done all summer.
Autumn is here, I thought.
Winter is nearly with us.
And Nosy Crow posted this – perfect timing….