I love the autumn, bright red and yellow leaves scattered on wet green grass, purple Michaelmas daisies intricately laced with webs glistening with dew drops in the morning mist. Spiders, artists of the tight ropes and high wires, performing their amazing feats with silent stealth.
But on this rather dull damp wednesday afternoon I am leafing through my little holiday sketchbook and remembering the walks around the bays in Corfu, the crunchy paths where we saw the tortoise, the twisty olive trees clinging to the rocks, and the beautiful glistening blue sea. I love to think of that crystal clear water still lapping on those shores, the white pebbles still lying there, those old olive trees still standing there. Mmm, maybe I will see them again one day.