O, sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on earth.” – Roman Payne
We woke up to autumn shaking us with its dreary, wet and cold hands yesterday. While it isn’t wet today, it’s still the same overcast morning, I’m still suffering from a terrible summer hangover. The kind you wouldn’t necessarily want to shake off. In that note, I’m heading off to lala land courtesy of the photos I took of those glorious days of summer. Come and join me!
Buckfast Abey in all its glory.
Little T saying a prayer/wish. I bet she was praying for more toys 😉
And just like that, summer left us through that ancient window …
Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist so sad? – Dodie Smith
Summer feels like it happened ages ago and yet every now and then we still get to experience a warm day, reminding us that in reality, it might actually still be hanging around.
We had a good one, even though this year, we stayed put and didn’t go abroad. I was looking through my photos and was reminded that I haven’t written about the lovely afternoon spent on the beach in Paignton.
We arrived late afternoon. I think it was way past five and nearer six. But the air was still warm in spite the breeze, comfortable enough to have a little play on the sand without feeling chilly and that’s what exactly little T did.
I love beach huts. Love the idea of having a little beach-hole where you can just retreat to, whether it’s to have a cup of tea or just somewhere to go to escape or at least know that your belongings are safe from the water and sand.
Don’t you just love the look of them too?
And while T was happy playing, I was just snapping away – whatever caught my eye, even the pesky seagulls looked beautiful against the lovely blueness of the sea and sky.
And then I saw the steam-train from afar …
and a lone sail boat out in the sea.
After awhile it was time to go … Has summer really gone? Perhaps we’ll be lucky enough to experience an Indian summer this year.
Would you like that?