Shirley Enticott 🦋

Went out for a change of air with Juliet Greenwood - and the garden centre had gone festive! @julietgreenwood

Last night's sky was a clear, ink-dark, star-studded Box of Delights affair,though if the wolves were hunting,I didn't hear them. I'm hoping today's drab marbled grey will turn into another perfect Autumn day, because you can never tell how something - or someone - will turn out.

Earlier there was a very bright flush of pale pink behind the castle and along the hills opposite, merging strangely into the dull, lilac-grey sky. Meanwhile, in the garden, the pomegranate is shedding its golden leaves but the fragile white rose is still in bloom.

A powdery, stippled kind of sky, dense and pearl grey with just a faint hint of pink appearing briefly behind the castle. The air in the garden feels cool and crisp, with the indefinable smell of rich autumn.

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It's another soft-edged morning, the dove grey of the sky rubbed away in one patch to reveal the glistening silver beneath. Through the open window I can hear the birds in the rooky wood squabbling in their hoarse, gin-and-cigarettes voices.

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Hi everyone! I'm afraid I have some bad news - I have had to cancel the London fan meet next week. I am absolutely gutted about this, because it is the highlight of my year and I do enjoy it so much! The details are all in the attached image.

A misty, lilac-grey morning, soft-edged, the mountains hidden and the birdsong muted.

Another perfect autumn day yesterday melted into a peach and pale lemon sunset over the mountains. It's too early to say how this morning will reveal itself, but the small birds in the hedge are sounding hopeful and the seagulls whirling overhead are crying 'Luck! Luck! Luck!'

I looked out in the early morning at the clear, indigo sky, and caught a bright shoal of stars in the net of my peripheral vision, literally a heavenly sight. Now all has turned to lilac-grey and silver, with just a faint hint of pink along the hills.