Autumn's End?

A lot of folk, not least my mum, say that all “all good things must come to an end” so, if it’s true, I guess autumn is included therein.

It was certainly true of the chocolate bar that we opened last night.

One of the things that will strike you if you wander into a French supermarket are the chocolate three packs; it’s very hard just to buy one slab – you have to have the trio.

And in this house if you open one, well, you have to open all.

Last night’s bar was the last of the three, which, by hiding the fact that I had ANY from the rest of the family, I had managed to hang onto.

Last night I shared.

Fool!

And one of the things that would have struck you last week was the charivari of autumnal colours, the majestical forest and the vibrant silence as you walked among the trees – something I have tried to hint at in recent photos on this blog.

But, as some say, all good things come to an end.