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, we decided to head to Borough Market. This is my favourite time of year to fall in love with food; the deep colours of the vegetables, the comfort of a stew, warm bread that soaks up butter like a sponge, thick chunks of smoked cheese, and that unmistakable smell of mulled wine. After elbowing our way through the bustle of the crowd, we picked up some pork belly for dinner, drank a little champagne, tasted everything we could, and saw out the rest of the afternoon in the corner of a cosy pub. Perfection.