Today we went for a walk and picnic in the glorious autumn colours of the beeches etc of Allen Banks, Northumberland - I didn't take the above picture, but this is what it looked like.
Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life.
But of course, like autumn, it doesn't last.
CS Lewis to his oldest friend, Arthur Greaves - written a month before he died.
