Seasonal changes, roaring fires, good food, great company & a stomp through the woods

I love it when the seasons turn from Summer to Autumn. I love the changes in the colours, the crunchiness of leaves underfoot and the crispness in the air.

So where better way to spend an Autumnal Sunday but in the country.

We met in Petworth, a beautiful historic town in Sussex. There were narrow cobbled streets, walled gardens, chichi shops and incredible antique stores. But before I could explore I first needed coffee and stumbled across a uniquely beautiful and quaint coffee and sweetshop (Coco Cafe & Sugar Lounge).  Not only did they appear to stock every possible sweet, chocolate and naughtiness but they also served fabulous coffee (I get a little narky if my coffee isn’t good!)

A quick wander around the town and of course we couldn’t resist popping into a couple of antique stores and fell in love with a few stunning pieces…. hmmm one day we’ll have the big country estate that will house these little beauties and dreams!  (ahem)

Perhaps a blessing for our wallets, we had lunch booked in The Foresters Arms in Graffham and had to leave the delights of the antique stores and history of Petworth.

Following a quick drink in Autumnal sunshine of the Foresters Arms garden we headed inside.  Burning log fires, low beamed ceilings, warmth of the rich dark wood and a very welcome aroma of lunch cooking.

Delicious lunch.  Beautiful presentation.  Fabulous taste combinations, cooked to perfection and reasonable honest prices.  A definite return… oooh and I see they do Jazz nights and have some wonderfully priced deals on accommodation including dinner and breakfast…

After lunch we figured that we should really work off a little of the orange and ginger  brioche bread and butter pudding (ahem) with a walk.  As I said at the beginning of this post there is something magical as the seasons change, nature takes over, the colours change and we’re on the lookout for new life in Spring.

Despite Al having a map I was determined to go ‘off-piste’ and we found ourselves deep in woodland beside a little babbling brook.  Hey, we made it home eventually!

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