A visit to Beachy Head was his idea; he'd been before some years ago and suggested we should go and make a day of it. Well, it took us over a year to find a free day with decent weather, but we finally made it and it was a lovely way to say goodbye to summer.
We drove down, enjoying the ride, and arrived to find sunny, if somewhat windy weather. We parked up and spent the day wandering along the tops of the cliffs. The dazzling chalk makes them stand out against the blue of sea and sky, and I loved spotting the lighthouse as we rounded each little slice of headland.
We were so lucky with the weather for an autumnal afternoon. Perfect blue skies in every direction. It was just lovely to wander along the coast.
Eventually we turned inland in search of sustenance, and he led the way to a lovely village pub. We sat outside in the sunshine on the village green, watching people come and go, admiring the blue plaque displayed prominently on Sherlock Holmes' retirement cottage, and tucking into heart pub grub and a cheeky glass of wine.
Oh, and we split a hot, melty Camembert. I'd never had it before, and it was the most delicious thing! It was warm and creamy and spread perfectly onto crisp, toasted ciabatta with lashings of tart cranberry. More please.
P.S. I do love the summer, but I can't help but be a little bit excited too for twinkly lights in dark winter nights, toasty mittens, warm drinks to wrap my hands around and the scent of cinnamon. Winter is coming!