We were blessed by a couple of those ‘held breath’ Autumnal days, when things pause before the decline into Winter. A chance to sit and stare a while, enjoy the water,  and take the boat out for the shortest of cruises.

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Pictures are more articulate than I could hope to be, so this is a picture post.

Autumn half term holidays. The London Escape. The return to the boat. Just 48 hours away. But what quality time!

“The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”

Lauren DeStefano, Wither

“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks Notebook, Oct. 10, 1842

Autumn, “stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favourite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.” Stephen King, Salem’s Lot

These pictures capture our time with an old friend.

Our latest passion, a ‘sea-magnet’. What could be better than fishing for treasure? Who knows what’ll be hauled up from the depths?
The Boys wake with first light, wellies pulled over pyjamas and out on the back deck cleaning off their ‘treasures’ caught the evening before.
A perfect Autumn morning, and even mum’s up early!
Family teamwork at Cropredy Lock. We just caught that moment when three boats decided to set off at the same moment and triggered a queue of snaking boats. Time to slow boat, not worry about it and simply enjoy the day.
“Now I’m eight of course I can hold the boat!”
“Ideal time for a a climb whilst we wait for the lock to empty.”
Still life with Tiger bread, hungry ducks, Autumn leaves and one happy little boy.
The Boys are getting handy helping out with the locks.
“Pull the gates shut as soon as I’m in!”
Steerer Joe, first mate on the good ship Eileen.
It’s serious stuff this hunting for treasure.
A GRAND two days.

“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.”
The Autumnal John Donne, The Complete Poetry and Selected Prose


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