. . . this morning, the sun shone brightly, an utterly perfect start to the weekend, and a perfect way to end the month and we're ready for whatever november brings, so long as there are cosy heather grey sweaters and burnt crimson, logs by the fire . . .
………………………………………………………………………………………… . . . was one of those perfect weekends drenched in summer sun and leisurely brunches, wild roses and...