And it's starting now! Whoop etc.
These are from last Sunday, when we had the first little taste of the season turning. I'd been feeling pretty under the weather on Saturday and we took it easy on Sunday, watching the Godfather (I and II) and draping ourselves on the couch in a way that even Babycat, the relaxation queen, approved of. And then we realised... it was different outside. It was nice!
I have been sticking to my planned outfits from this post and so I wore the red skirt and blue top combo. I wasn't really feeling like bright happy colours – I wanted to wear a grey sack to reflect my grey mood – but I put it on anyway, because if you don't try something you'll never know if you like it and anyway, my grey mood did not need any more encouragement.
It was so lovely outside, hot and sunny but with a fresh breeze – that rare, good summer day sort of thing – and John and I decided to escape the gloom of our film watching and go for a good walk to buy some coffee beans. Hair was brushed, sunscreen applied and steps taken, but about 10 minutes in my parasol was blown inside out for about the tenth time and we accepted that the fresh breeze was in fact a pretty strong wind, so we gave it up as a bad idea (no sunburn for me, I dread it!) and took the car instead. What can I say, we tried!
This is on the way to coffee beans (the epic journey form the parked car to the cafe, all of 40 odd metres) I've had a thing for garages for years. Something about the orderliness and the way the light shines in... I especially like big bright red walls.
Clear blue skies after Saturday's threatening steely greys and steamy humidity. Soooo refreshing.
And what at least look like Autumn leaves... they're not, but we won't dwell on that either.
I saw that I had carried on my red theme when I had some buttery toast. Is there anything as satisfying as plain old buttery toast for a lazy afternoon snack? I think not. Messy crumbs a bonus.
Later in the evening we went to a pub with some friends. And, look! Bang the drum and blow the pipes: I needed to wear a cardigan!!!
And sunglasses, too, because otherwise I'd be squinting. Hello squinty sunshine face. (The skirt was gifted, the blue top is from Savers and the cardigan, new to my wardrobe, from a sale at Forever New, the belt was op shopped and the sandals were from yoox. The bruises on my leg are from the coffee table. Ouch.)
We went to the Edinburgh Castle in Brunswick, which is in a beautiful old deco building with gorgeous windows and has a huge beer garden out the back. It feels quite English, actually. I love that we have nice pubs – or hotels, as they're called here, although they don't have rooms to stay in – and can
waste enjoy several hours sitting down and eating and drinking and yapping.
Although this looks less English.
But what about this: pints, rather than pots, of beer, and burgers as big as our faces. Really yum and really enjoyable, including the sauce dribbling down our chins and over our fingers *lick. Definitely not first date food but really, that's so often the best kind. Stuff stuff nom nom.
I had the kangaroo burger. When I first moved here I was a bit squeamish about the idea of eating Skippy, but it's really nice. As was sitting outside on a cool evening, noticing the little hairs on our arms starting to stand up with the chill and going home to before dark so there was still time to potter about at home before bed. I think I've found my new favourite way to spend Sunday evenings.