I love Sundays #1

because of that precious extra hour in bed

because I had fun carving pumpkins for Halloween (I don't even really celebrate Halloween, I just like pumpkin carving)

because of a damp October afternoon walk, drizzly but still atmospheric, where I discovered hidden passages and noticed even more colours in the autumn trees

because I wore my favourite stag jumper that's only allowed out in the months up to Christmas

because of a seriously good dinner: beef pot roast with butternut squash, leeks, carrots and onion, all cooked long and slow so that it was tender and succulent, soft and nutrituous, and just good

because I baked flapjacks again, first a plain syrup batch and then a dark chocolate and orange blossom honey batch - delicious

because Monday's looking promising - I'm seeing a best friend who's home from uni and then finally getting to do some life drawing at my evening art class

Happy Sunday, and may your week ahead be a good one!


P.S because too many people complain that Sundays are boring/depressing/pointless, when actually Sundays can be lovely
P.P.S with the shorter days come the rubbishly lit photographs...