I make no apology for re-posting this piece - it is one of my favourite blog posts and one I feel proud to have written. Another time, another place, another life but still the essence of an English Autumn for me. I miss my orchard so much it hurts!
Jars of plum jam are stored in kitchen cupboards or have been given to friends and family. Pears have been pickled with cinnamon, cloves, juniper berries and peppercorns and glow palely as they marinate in their spicy vinegar, waiting to be opened when winter bites. Logs are stacked in the woodshed and the year begins to unravel slowly towards it's busy end".