Pressing pause

And weathering the changes

Autumn is in the air. Fluffy seed balls swirl across the road as I drive home from the supermarket, freshly stocked with another six boxes of skin soothing tissues. After two days back at school, my daughter is down with the lurgy. Another cough direct to the face and I accept the inevitable. She’s taking me with her.

Harvest reports pop in daily. The wh…