No sooner had autumn arrived then it seemed to have left us.
Though quick to change colour the season was a mild, temperate one for us. So gentle was this autumn that we grew complacent. I put off shearing the sheep, planting garlic, prepping the garden beds for next spring. It was a dim, warm, unending, autumn. The sort that lulled us into assuming winter would never come. All of October was like this.