Just before the Indian Summer finally slipped into autumn, we headed down to the wild north coast of Cornwall, to make the most of the last of the September sunshine with some blissful beach time and a stay at the Bedruthan Hotel.
I am documenting the year with monthly photographs of my kitchen table. Capturing the jumble that accumulates here, at the heart of the kitchen, is also a way to record some of the domestic stories of our family life.
It’s the eve of the Autumn Equinox. The moment that the last days of summer finally drift into misty, mellow autumn. Each year, I seem to find it harder and harder to bid farewell to summer’s golden charms and yet I do so love autumn, with its rusty hues, its fruit-laden branches and its bright, crisp days.
From the moment that we glimpsed them from the Skybus window, a scattering of green and gold islands in the middle of a jewel-bright sea, I knew that the Isles of Scilly were going to be magical. An unexpectedly exotic archipelago just a few miles West of the Cornish coast, the Isles of Scilly are like nowhere else that I have ever been.
Arriving on the islands is like stepping into a long-forgotten childhood dream. Endless sparkling golden beaches, deserted but for the seals and sea gulls; ruined castles; wrecks and tales of historical adventure. Moors to explore; long coastal hills to freewheel down on bicycles; boats to sail and treasure to dig for. Gardens like jungles; deserted cottages; turquoise waters in which to bathe. The spellbinding charms of the Isles of Scilly captured the heart of each and every one of our family.