Sundays, since we have returned from Honeymoon, have been blissful; they are filled with lazy breakfasts (well, as lazy as one can be with a Toddler), snuggly clothes and Autumnal adventures. The evenings involve early baths, hearty meals and Downton Abbey, curled up on the sofa with my husband. I couldn’t really wish for much else.
We have been making the most of our last Autumn in Sussex. I’ve written before about my love for Autumn, and Sussex in Autumn is a beautiful thing; the stormy, wild waves on Brighton Beach, the warm glow of the sun on your face while sitting in a yellow, orange and red scattered park in leafy Lewes, splish-sploshing through puddles on one of our Sunday walks around a beautiful local National Trust property.
It’s going to be hard to say goodbye to Lewes; it’s a gorgeous town full to the brim with lovely people, and has a fantastic, eclectic atmosphere. I think we’re spoiled here with everything it has to offer (other than our disgustingly expensive and horridly damp house).
I’ve written about The Paddock before; it’s one of our favourite places to take Busby for a run about. A few Sundays ago it was a brilliant, sunny, crisp Autumnal Sunday and we headed to The Paddock for an impromptu picnic and explore.
I discovered a leaf-covered slope in The Paddock, and we spent a good hour making piles, jumping in them and throwing them in the air.
It has entered the “favourite Lewes memories” part of my mind now, and I feel so fortunate to have this blog to document our gorgeous family afternoon.