The year is turning.
October Half Term is my favourite holiday.
It’s a chance to put the garden to bed for the winter, hold the odd bonfire, get the chimney swept and restock the woodpile, make chutney, mincemeat, Christmas cake, put away the summer dresses, get out the cosy sweaters from the attic and buy a new pair of boots.
It’s a chance to take stock and to embrace the change that the colder weather and darker nights brings.
This year, more than ever I am relishing the time spent as a family for we are hurtling towards that time when the eldest of our three children strikes out on his own. This time next year, with a lot of hard work and a bit of luck he’ll be at university. How time slips through your fingers when you are a parent.
I’m determined to savour every moment. Looking up at tonight’s beautiful Hunter’s Moon – coffee mug in hand – it is extraordinary to reflect on how quickly the eighteen years have passed since I took my seven-week-old son outside to show him the Hunter’s Moon.