...But we haven't had snow. It just feels very cold. Icy toes cold. Sheepsking-rugs-in-the-bedroom cold (I could only do this because I picked up a new rug yesterday for in front of the fire, allowing a bit of rug rotation).
We went over to Lancs yesterday and did some food shopping: nice things like rosy apples, bunches of fresh dill and thyme, and a big bag of black peas. It was chilly. I forgot to take gloves.
We indulged in bacon barms, shared a cone of chips and somehow managed to eat cake as well. And later we had our first foray into the world of Quorn. Pieces, to be precise. In a curry. It was actually very tasty - we may make it a regular thing.
I think I was more impressed than Jay; he's a serious carnivore.
We didn't make it to a bonfire last night due to the howling wind and driving rain. Although there's a nice one on Tuesday evening so maybe we'll find our way there.
In honour of the season I strung some pine cones together and hung them over the fire and across the bedroom wall. Who says wreaths and garlands are only for Christmas time? They look far nicer than they did piled up in a jar on the kitchen windowsill. And I like the way they reflect in the mantel mirror.
Linking in with this week's Nature in the Home over at Little Green Shed.