The October daylight is sinking as we swaddle ourselves up in warm layers. Our kettle rattles as we wait for a large cup of tea before stepping out into the chilly afternoon. The Sun leaves long shadows tapping at our windows. That distinctive autumnal air hangs low.
Our feet echo in the still road; unusually quiet even for a weekend afternoon. The concrete path merges to grass and the buildings melt away behind us. The linden trees turn to oak turn to pine.
The animals are out at play, as if taking the opportunity to quietly lark before the night arrives. It seems so ethereal, like being caught amongst the pages of Snow White. We smile. We keep going, deeper into the trees for a breath of fresh air and a chance to witness what feels like a bit of woodland magic before it’s time for bed.