On beautiful autumn days I start to feel homesick. I’m homesick for where we live now, in the Berkshire countryside, with placid lakes and tangled woodland on our doorstep.

I remember the first time we discovered the countryside at the back of our cottage. Having viewed the house in the dark, we fell in love with the beams and the log fire and the exposed brick. We were completely oblivious of what else the place held; the hedgerows, the lovely country pub, the canal and the lakes. Continue reading »