Blob

Leaf

Geranium leaves

Autumn's last gasp.

Xylaphone

Darling daughter

Because I couldn't resist the hair :-)

New boots

DD spent her birthday money on a pair of boots - fashionable but also sensible.

Sunrise

Sunrise from my bedroom window this morning.

Rose hips

Walked across the fields to the next village and back today, in bright sunshine and a biting northerly wind. The hedgerows are still bright with hawthorn berries and rose hips, and alive with fieldfares and redwings feasting on them. Glorious.

National Gallery

To London today for a girls' day out - lunch and a visit to the National Gallery to soak up some culture.

Little white drake

On the village pond this afternoon.

Antibiotics

The socket my tooth was extracted from has got infected, so I'm having to take antibiotics to sort it out.

Windchime

Birthday cake horse

A spotted horse on a spotted cake for a pony-mad daughter.

The King Bill

Fridge poetry

Courtesy of our neighbours, last time we went away and they came in to feed our cat...

Sock wool

I know I'm not supposed to buy any more sock wool until I've knitted up some of what I've already got, but I couldn't resist these :-)

Windmill

The village windmill, now with its sails restored.

Chrysanthemums

For me, the archetypal Autumn flower.

Peach tree

Lest we forget

In memory of all those who fought and died (and also those who fought and lived, which can be hard too). Whatever the side, and whatever the cause, each fallen soldier was someone's child.

I do not seek to glorify war. Indeed, since becoming a mother myself, the futility of war has become even more clear to me. But I honour bravery, and dedication, and courage, and my heart goes out to those still serving and to all the families who hold them dear.

I watched my son standing with his team at the rugby ground this morning as we observed the two minute silence, all those fine young lads, some old enough to have served in previous conflicts, and I prayed that they never have to experience war.

On the bus

Sycamore

A windy day.

Cooking dinner

Peacock feather

Oak leaves

Sweet pepper

Autumn leaves

Fireworks

Off to the village firework display this evening, and it was as good as ever.

Autumn berries

St Andrew's

As a consequence of our village being made up of two neighbouring villages that grew together, we have two Church of England churches, both (confusingly) called St Andrew's (we also have a Methodist church, a Baptist church, and a Salvation Army church, but no temples, synagogues or mosques). This is one of the St Andrew's, illuminated by this morning's glorious sunshine.