We had our first frost yesterday and it felt like quite a shock to wake up and discover the landscape had gone all white and wintry looking. I had to keep reminding myself that we are indeed in November now, and things like frost and ice are supposed to happen in November. It is Seasonal Correctness, and I am rather fond of that.
The light was wonderful, all slanting and golden and uplifting. As you can see, my crazy crochet lamp has somehow remained here at number 24, skilfully managing to blend in and not make J cross any more. I have such a soft spot for that silly thing, it makes me smile on a daily basis.
See what I mean about the light? It made the colour of everything sing and dance yesterday, and that endless blue-blue sky up above made me feel so happy.
My attic view has gone brown now, but in the late afternoon it looked golden. Beautiful.
These photos were taken at a very beautiful, luxurious manor house where we had the pleasure of staying for a night. Gosh, it was posh! We have become so accustomed to caravan and youth hostel accommodation, that a private cottage in the grounds of a tenth century manor house seemed very grand indeed.
Little Lady (that's her above) had the honour of accompanying the bridesmaids in her role as Flower Girl, and she radiated happiness. It really was a lovely day.
As it is such a long way to get to Kent from Atticland, we decided to travel down a couple of days before the wedding and spend a little family time pottering around the place. I booked us two nights at Canterbury Youth Hostel, which was really wonderful. One of the YHA's recently refurbished properties, it is a stunning mix of old and new. A gorgeous old Victorian Villa, all painted up beautifully inside and decked out with modern furniture and fittings.
I liked Canterbury very much, even in the rain. It reminded me of York in so many ways, with a great many similarities.
It was certainly very picturesque, busting at the seams with beautiful architecture and a wealth of history. And people too. Even in November, in poor weather, the city centre was bustling with crowds of shoppers and tourists.
We didn't have a huge amount of time to explore, but it was enough to get a feel for the place and know that I liked it.
From Canterbury, we hopped on a bus and trundled off through the wet Kent countryside to see what the coast had to offer. Such a shame about the weather (walking on the beach in the rain was a bit short of feel-good), but we made the most of it. By the way, this is Whitstable on the north Kent coast.
It was such a mixture of a place, not at all what I was expecting. I will show you some more of it next time, see what you make of it. It was pretty great being beside the sea though I have to say. Even with the rain blowing sideways into my face.