It's official. Autumn is here!

I hate to love Autumn.

Late morning walk through the park with the beau to go and get breakfast. Gorgeous autumnal start to the day!

We have been staying at my dearest mama's house for the last few days. The renovation project is a mere few streets away from her house. So we thought exchanging an hour long drive both ways - EVERYDAY - for a casual 5 minute stroll to the house was far more kind to the mind (it was driving my beau insane!) and also my mummy likes the company and we get to spend some quality time together - win, win situation I think.

It was whilst getting into bed the other night that my body touched the linen and I yelped in shock at just how COLD the bedding was. I had to call out to my beau to make his visit to the loo very quick so he could come and warm the bed up for me, I call him my hot water bottle. He is forever warm, whilst ice must complete my circulation. The last time I yelped at him to do this was about 6 months ago when winter's chill still lingered in the London air. It dawned on me at that moment as my feet clung to his warm calves that Autumn was officially here!

Pear tree on the street where the renovation house is. At the beginning of autumn.

Is it me or is there something very magical about Autumn? I would go as far as saying that it is my absolute favourite season. I mean spring is such an easy one to go for; what with all the new life, flowers, sunny sweet warmth on the skin, caring about your wardrobe, shaving your legs, summer lovin', etc... Yes it is easy to love spring and summer, but what about the golden goodness of autumn?

Magnificent sunsets that ripple through the clouds like sand dunes (original photo to support this statement was lost with the camera that got stolen, what an amazing sunset that was, the sky was literally orange and all the clouds looked like orange meringue! It took my breathe away...this is still beautiful though).

Walk with my family ahead, through Greenwich park.

Crispy crunchy fallen leaves under your feet, that tempt you to kick them with liberating abandon like a child!

Fallen conkers escaping from their soft, spiky cocoon - with super glossy skin, looking like mama has been polishing the furniture on Saturday.

Conkers (from horse-chestnut tree) in Greenwich.

Other goldeny, browny, red moments to look forward to include: my birthday (yay Librans!), halloween, Guy Fawkes and Lord knows I wish we had another excuse to squeeze in one more celebration before the advent season, like our friends across the pond with Thanksgiving. No matter, I think I'm going to bake a pumpkin pie anyway.

The icing on the cake are the amazing sunset walks with my beloveds taking in the fresh air, watching the sunset beyond the city skyscrapers from atop a hill. Using those ethereal last hours of the day nostalga-sizing (totally made that word up!) about the summer just gone. All the while clutching a cardigan in hand, just in case winters chill comes to give me a goose bumpily kiss! Oh well even if that is the case it's a brilliant excuse to wrap myself tighter around my beau's arms, as we take in the last days of warmth and marvel at nature at her absolute best! 

Sunset at the top of hill in Greenwich park, by the Observatory.