I love the sky at this time of year, the golden hazy sunsets with a bite in the evening air, it is a nostalgic month and so much so in the countryside.
The children have been filling up baskets in the ancient orchard in front of our cottage, Pixie and Willow the naughtiest pigs in the west are enjoying the wind fallen apples.
So it is evenings tucked up by the fire and I have to say I am loving Downton Abbey so gorgeous, all that upstairs downstairs glory on television. So all the best for now.