Early morning mist, clearing to brilliant blue skies.
Dropping children off in the playground (did I ever mention how much I relish this one day a week I get to do that?)
A morning spent wandering up Cracken Edge.
Picking a couple of pounds of blackberries (stashed in the freezer, in readiness for a day when I need crumble and memories…)
Lunch with a book on top of South Head.
An hour with Big Girl arranging photos in an album.
An evening of photography at the Scout Hut.
There’s nothing to touch a perfect Autumn day (well, you know, except possibly winter, spring, summer…)