We woke this morning to the first frost of the season, the clothes I had forgotten to bring in yesterday, frozen to the washing line. It’s a welcome change to all the rain we’ve been having. I might finally get down to the allotment this week to finish my autumn tidy up. The children ran across the sparkling grass in the park on the way to school, leaving footprint trails behind them. Finch came to walk beside me, a serious look on his face, keen to discuss his latest ideas for his letter to Father Christmas. At the weekend I drove up to family in Wales to swap presents. Back at home I start to pick out carols on my Nan’s old piano of an evening. I won’t mention the C-word just yet but it’s coming folks!
