I’ve just got back from
walking the dog and am happily ensconced with a cup of tea on the sofa wrapped
in a warm and generously proportioned jumper. I may not have an open fire
crackling in the grate but it feels like I have, I’m so comfy. I have to stop myself
from getting up to put another log on the imaginary fire. This is my English
version of hygge with knobs on, and I love it.
It’s a soul-wrenchingly
beautiful autumn morning out there, so beautiful that I have to have a sit down
to recover. I love these autumn days as the year is dying. To be out there
where the colours are so vivid and the air is crisp but slightly misty in the
mornings. The grass is wet and the dew is still hanging in the spider webs
among the teasels. The sun is struggling to stay out before the grey clouds win
the battle and the day becomes dull and damp. It won’t be long before the
weather turns foul, if you can believe the forecast.
Once again I feel a rush of
gratitude to my dog for existing and giving me a reason for getting out in the
early morning.
I have to go out later this
morning in the wild wet weather, but I’m well prepared. Thanks to Lola, Kate’s
dog, eating my coat last week it’s been replaced by a far superior one I found
in a sale at the weekend. It’s great, a proper dog-walking-in-all weathers sort
of coat. So, bring it on! It only makes coming home more pleasurable.
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