I wish I'd had my camera with me at Waitrose this morning. There, next to the apples was a tray of golden quinces. Not from far off Turkey but from England. 99p EACH! When I think that I must have picked some 250 from my tree. These were much better quality then mine, unblemished and all the same size.
The first frost of the season this week. Ice had to be scraped of my car.
Leaves have fallen, been swept up, been tossed in the air, and swept up again.
Chrysanths have been admired. These ones seem eternal.
And the dark evenings have prompted me to light my little candles again. The heating is most definitely on.
The year is turning.
It's been half-term here in England. We often get good weather for Autumn half-term and this has been no exception apart from Tuesday. On Monday which was a particularly good day we went to Blists Hill Victorian Town Museum.
Blists Hill is well worth a visit. We had a lovely time although we were a bit disappointed that the large ironworks wasn't operating. I was hoping to see sparks flying and to hear metal clanging. My daughter is very interested in history and is studying the Victorians at school. She is a big fan of the Horrible Histories programme on CBBC which I find hysterically funny and so cleverly written. Younger son is studying the Industrial Revolution so the visit was relevant to him too.
It is really very well done, not one jarring modern note (apart from all the visitors with their 21st century clothes, mobile phones, and cameras). There is a fish and chip shop, a sweet shop, a bakery, a pub and a bank where you can change your money if you want to be really authentic. We took a picnic of pork pies, welsh cakes and apples which we ate in the little town park. The people next to us were eating pasta salad from plastic trays and drinking fruitshoots (the devil's work) which seemed anachronistic to say the least. After lunch the children joined the queue for the sweet shop where they bought pear drops and mint humbugs while C and I sat in the pub courtyard with pints of Banks' bitter and tried to ignore the annoying man talking loudly on his mobile phone behind us.
We will be turning the clocks back for real tomorrow night here in the UK. One hour back, back to Greenwich Mean Time. Use your extra hour well!