Autumn in England is amazing, although many of us sigh at the thought of a long winter. I look back with fond memories at the autumns I had along the North Norfolk coast. My godmother Rosabelle and I use to go blackberry picking and we would drive along the many narrow twisting roads to find our blackberries. I would love to walk into Cromer and no holiday makers to be seen. Our Cromer once more back. Market places hustled and bustled as the cold weather started to set in.
But this was home to me and I loved it. To hear the crisp sound of leaves crunching underneath your feet as we walked through the woods of Roman Camp. To see the amazing colours of heather and the smell of the damp mist rolling in. Hedgehogs and small animals would scurry across roads finding their last supplies for the winter.
The roads would now be slightly slippery with leaves falling on them and bike ridding was just a little more difficult. School children could be heard playing in playgrounds and mothers hanging out washing wondering if it would dry and how long the approaching winter would be.
But this is my England and as I type here I was more than blessed to live in such an amazing place.
There were so many amazing photo's that I found, I felt transported back to the place I love and miss.
I sure hope you get to visit the many wonderful places that have made me ME. I sure hope I get to be there one day.
Wishing you lots of Tasty English Delights
There's always room for one more.
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