I’m sad to say it’s December tomorrow – and not just because I dread the festive season. Although the winter solstice is still weeks away the end of November feels like the end of autumn to me, and if my blog has caught your eye for even just a second you’ll know I’ve been diving head first into it this year. The fading sun will retreat further and soon we’ll have snow underfoot, not to mention sludge, muddy puddles and frozen toes. However, I’m hoping a new page will turn with the season and I plan to stay positive through the cold days ahead. For now this is the end of my autumn ramblings, I’m ready to bid farewell to a dear friend for another year. Let’s raise a toast – as long as it’s not eggnog
The Gardens // The Castle
The Hill by the Mile
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