We spent the last weekend of summer dancing in the light at our beach escape. We let the whitewash chase us up onto the beach. We sat, dug holes and built sandcastles.
And now it’s is Autumn. Probably my favourite season of the year. Crisp mornings, cool beginnings, followed often by warm afternoon.
It’s where the blankets come out after dinner while we sit as a family in the lounge.
Where the wood is split and stacked in preparation for those nights when the blankets aren’t quite enough.
Darkness has already begun to creep up earlier, so curtains are closed and candles lit.
Slippers are bought out from the shoe basket from underneath the thongs and sandals.
And the smell of BBQ’s isn’t a regular occurrence anymore.
What is your favourite season?