5.30 a.m. – I’ve been awake since 4. Chilly and black outside, light and warm inside. I’m drinking coffee from my favourite mug, the Star was waiting outside the front door, the crabby cat is curled up next to me, ignoring me but so lovely to look at. One of the reasons we go away is that these small, familiar moments mean so much when we get back.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much