At the end of October and early November, another two week bit of Sue's life was had at No. 33 (our Lincolnshire home), which becomes more dear to me each time I'm there (of course, maybe this is the function of that old absence-makes-the-heart-grow-fonder thing . . .)
It was another visit that did not include weekend overnight excursions elswhwere, so the neighborhood walking loops have become pretty familiar.
Many walks happened in the dark as daylight hours rapidly shrink; favorite cottages and homes are equally as charming at night as they are in the day.
Waltham evening walk ~
And as always, the hydrangea at No. 33 continue to be an endless photo study!