Fangtang and Friends. A picnic. New America. Lengthy walks. Chit chat. Laughs. Just another glorious Sunday.


They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

- Laurence Binyon.


After Halloween there are only two things to look forward too. Those two things are, Bonfire night and Christmas; And this week welcomed Bonfire night.

Lydia Leith hosted a wonderful night of fireworks, food, drinks, pictionary, and of course exquisite company.


Pillow marks and a smile graced my face this morning when i awoke.
It was cold, I was cozy, it was Halloween weekend, I was thrilled.
Halloween is one of my favourite holidays, the combination of the dark nights, getting wrapped up warm, fancy dress, parties and pumpkins makes me the most happy.

Having prepared our pumpkin the night before, when i walked into my kitchen i was greeted with the most delicious smell of cooking and sight of fresh vegetables from my garden, still coated with the soil that had nurtured and accompanied their growing process; Homegrown produce soon to become, pumpkin soup, pumpkin bread and roasted, salted pumpkin seeds.

The overwhelming feeling of happiness i got watching my Mother cooking, looking cute in her oversized red wool jumper, leggings and dessert boot combination was indescribable.
My Father chopping wood in the garden, plaid shirt, beige wool jumper heavy with holes, an overgrown beard, a visual diary of a weeks hard work.
Autumn/Winter are the only seasons that seem to make these simple tasks/outfits something infinitely significant.
Happy Halloween.