13/09/2026
There is a particular kind of Sunday that only turns up in September. A proper chill first thing, the year just starting to turn, and the whole day feeling like something borrowed. We get a handful of them, and then they are gone.
So here are five small things, and you will notice that not one of them needs good weather.
One. Have your coffee in bed. Not carried downstairs and drunk standing up at the worktop. Properly in bed, with something to read and no intention of getting up for a while.
Two. Go for a walk anyway. The blackberries are at their best and the hedges are full. Wellies were invented for exactly this.
Three. Potter about outside. Not proper gardening. Ten minutes between the showers counts. You come in with soil under your fingernails, which I have always thought is the mark of a good afternoon.
Four. Have the first roast of the season. The first one is always the best one. Something to do with the oven being on again and the windows steaming up.
Five. Light the fire. Early. Before anybody actually needs it. That is the whole luxury of the thing.
Then bed far too early, feeling like you have had a proper weekend.
Save this one for next Sunday. Everything here is hand made and carved at our workshop in Kent, and you can find it all through the link in our bio.
