"It's that time of year again..."
Autumn is my favourite season, hands down. It always has been. Maybe it's because I'm an autumn baby, but I look forward to the leaves crisping and curling and delicately dancing in the wind like feathers. I swaddle myself in knitted gloves and scarves to the point of over-heating and watch the world slowly, subtly shift its hues to reds and golds. I am hit by dazzling, early morning sunshine as the cold tingles and bites my cheeks, and I feel an energising kick. I'm a sucker for the old-fashioned romance of fireworks and bonfire smoke, and the seasonal permission to begin mulling wine and cider, filling my kitchen with the heady scent of cloves and cinnamon, can never come too soon in my opinion. Ubiquitous mounds of vibrant, happy pumpkins appear as if from nowhere, colouring the streets a jubilant, joyous orange. Did I mention that I love autumn?Read More