Hi everyone, Iām sitting on the floor, leaning against the fireplace - about as close as you can get to hugging a log burner, without getting burnt - waiting for fireworks. Somehow it is nearly winter again. Despite being fed up of winter since March this year, I do love the feeling of autumn. The mist in the mornings. The crispness in the air and the trees turning one by one. And best of all: a boggy, wet, empty moor again.
Hello again! š
Hello again! š
Hello again! š
Hi everyone, Iām sitting on the floor, leaning against the fireplace - about as close as you can get to hugging a log burner, without getting burnt - waiting for fireworks. Somehow it is nearly winter again. Despite being fed up of winter since March this year, I do love the feeling of autumn. The mist in the mornings. The crispness in the air and the trees turning one by one. And best of all: a boggy, wet, empty moor again.