A M B E R A U T U M N L I G H T .
Jason and I decided to revisit one of our favourite autumnal pastimes from last year on Sunday, by bringing a flask of hot chocolate along with us on a dog walk and pausing for a cosy picnic.
Very little’s changed from this year to the last. Well, I guess there has been one very major change, but apart from that (and aside from both my hair and Teddy’s coat being longer and more unruly than this time last year), we’re just as content with these quiet, peaceful sorts of days as we ever were.
Still more at peace in the countryside than anywhere else, and more fond of being bundled up against a nipping wind than we were of the balmy summer days just gone.
The weather was so delicious and dreamy all day long, and all I could think of over and over was how I could live forever happy with year round weather like this.
The light was warm and soft and hazy, the wind picked up my hair a few dozen times over and tied it in knots around my neck, and the sun had just the gentlest touch of warmth to it.
We veered off the main path to a fallen tree tucked just out of sight in a patch of fir trees and heather, took up seats in that weather-beaten tree trunk, and poured out two mugfuls of dark, sweet, thick hot chocolate.
The wind couldn’t reach us, shielded as we were by firs all around, and those tin mugs of hot chocolate alone were enough to warm our chilly fingers.
But really, my fingers were all that was cold- the rest had been taken care of by that dreamily cosy roll neck…