Autumn is my favourite season. I love the colours of nature and the crisp cool air. The dark evenings are approaching and I start to light the fires again. I look forward to buying new woolly jumpers and new boots. It’s not particularly a wet month, so beach and forest walks are enjoyable.

In autumn I begin to look forward to Christmas and my birthday, and making stews and hot toddies. My husband and I celebrate our wedding anniversary in October, usually in a nice restaurant. There are many reasons why I love Autumn.

I’m so glad that summer is not my favourite season because I’d have to leave my country! I love Ireland and I hope I’m never forced to leave, but we don’t get much of a summer here. Of course, I complain now and again as much as everyone about the lack of sun. If we could just have at least one full month of sun and heat, I’d be content. A month in which we could pack up our tent whenever we fancy, and camp comfortably — without the rain gear and wellies!

The summers we experienced in Ireland before the 90s; we won’t ever get them back. Sigh!

On a different note; do you read?

Wanna have a peek inside the pages of my fictional novel? It might just be your cup of tea!

Set in a gossipy small town in Ireland at a time when marriage is for keeps and sexuality is repressed, Secrets in the Babby House is a family saga over three decades that starts in 1956. It is a story of love, deception, and stolen diaries filled with sins and secrets.