After the Indian summer faded and the wind began to set in, last weekend felt truly autumnal – Saturday evening was almost bitterly cold.
Over the weekend I went to explore Borough Market with Charlie and his parents. I love food at this time of year; the deep colours of the vegetables, the comforting stews and soups with rustic bread, thick chunks of smoked cheeses, and that unmistakable smell of mulled wine. After elbowing our way through the hustle and bustle, we picked up some pieces for dinner, drank a little champagne, ate a huge pork and stuffing baguette, and saw the rest of the afternoon out in the pub. Perfection.