We wandered through the village. My favourite gorgeous blowsy hollyhocks, lupins and roses of Summer have been replaced with an equally colourful display of Autumnal beauty in stunning shades.
Did I mention that we borrowed Molly from next door?
Opposite the church, we veered off down a narrow path heavily carpeted with russet leaves.
Most of us were feeling the after effects of all that birthday cake when we tried to get through the kissing gate!
The big seven (yes, that's seven you know) year old Munchkin has left behind the days when he was scared of climbing over the stiles and now goes at them with gusto!
The hedgerows are still full and green, the wildflowers replaced with berries and the spiky heads of ivy.
Somerset is home to many beautiful orchards and this one with its trees groaning with rosy red apples is no exception.
Our appetite whetted, we made haste to the local hostelry where it seemed only fitting to have some local cider.
The sun shone as we made our way back to the cottage. Luckily, the pub is along the way of a fairly circuitous route which means you can enjoy varied scenery both on the way to the pub and then on the way home. There is a fairly steep hill on the way back to the village but at the summit of the hill, you are rewarded as the beauty of the Somerset levels is revealed before you. And as if on cue, the sun shone, setting the fields alight with a golden glow...
Sadly, the sloes were not plentiful, many had already shrivelled up, lots of others were too high to reach. Hopefully, the odd bottle might result from these...
That reminds me, we have yet to tuck into last year's harvest. We made a bottle of sloe gin and two bottles of sloe vodka because apparently, it actually tastes better with vodka because you get more of the taste of the fruit, vodka being a "cleaner" tasting spirit. One other tip if you are lucky enough to find some sloes...rather than painstakingly pricking each tough-skinned sloe to release the juice, pop them into the freezer in a sealed plastic bag overnight. When you take them out, the skins will have softened considerably, ready to ooze forth their delicious inky juices into the vodka...