utumn is my very favourite time to walk – the crimson-and-gold foliage, the scents of damp earth and wood smoke, the morning mists, the rattling roll of dry leaves blown by the wind. I love the feel of nature pausing after the frenzy of all that summer bloom. I love the new stillness in the air, which reminds me that I should slow down too. The memories of summer are close enough to touch, while the hint of frost in the air reminds us to savour these last
