I was rummaging in a drawer this morning, trying to locate a few vital documents, when I came across a small pile of old photographs. Old in that they were taken with a film camera, not digitally. It was lovely to be reminded of the quality of film. There's a softness and richness which is so often lacking in digital photos.
This was taken in one of the cottages at Prussia Cove, in the days when I still lived in London but Cornwall had seduced me and I visited as often as possible, dreaming of escaping permanently.
I love that soft autumn light and the way it just brushes over the fruit on the window seat. Makes me think of getting out my old Nikon and taking a roll of film or two. Maybe I'll get round to that in the next few weeks.
Have a happy weekend. I hope your christmas preparations are progressing gently.