Post holiday blues.
Fading sun and darker nights.
Needing to relight the flame, spark a smile inside.
Admiring flowers from her mum-in-law.
… old mohair jumper replaces existing threadbare footrest cover.
Stripping lavender stems.
Heady scent all pervading.
Taking deep breaths of healing air.
They take some time out for a pub lunch.
Hand raised pork pies, chorizo scotch egg,
pail of crispy chips and some token salad.
Hoppy ale and red wine.
They walk across farmlands and puff their way up over Corton Ridge.
Each step assuaging the guilt of their lunchtime excesses.
Lungs filled with autumnal air.
Following the smoothed earth of an oft trodden path.
Sun shadows gliding over green glazed hills and barren ploughed fields.
She ran down the hill with uncontrollable momentum and renewed vigour.