I thought blackberry season was well and truly over but the children managed to sniff some out at the weekend. A quick photo, then they were gone and I can only imagine how good they tasted!
But despite this can't-make-up-its-mind weather, there's a lovely autumnal feel to the air now and tramping about amongst the ochre leaves reminds me why this is my favourite season of all. Since our holiday I have this constant yearning to walk so we drove to one of London's larger commons to stretch our legs that bit further.
And I've been sewing again, this time with Autumn in mind of course, using up remnants of wool tweed left over from this project. Teamed with antique crochet and vintage Liberty it's giving me thoughts of yet more crispness under foot and a reminder that it'll soon be time to order logs for the fire!
I hope your week is going well, it's beautiful here.