It was slightly surreal being in 'Britain's pumpkin capital', this tiny village in the shadow of the Downs with visitors discussing how far they had come to see the spectacle, and what they would be cooking with the pumpkins and squash they were buying. But the range of colours and shapes was incredible, the girls loved it. Lara especially enjoyed such a multi-sensual experience and spent ages weighing them in her hands, smelling them and feeling the different textures of their skins.
After longer than we might have expected looking at pumpkins, surprisingly fascinating, we went for a wander round the village and a walk through the National Trust-run woods. Our little architect-in-waiting, Sophia, was desperate to have a look at the church, which we were delighted to find open. Tatiana was fascinated by the variety of memorial ornaments in the graveyard and wanted us to read all the names and tributes out. I really wished I'd had my good camera with us for the church interiors, but my old pocket standby didn't do too badly with the flower colours etc.
We had a brilliant time, only topped by finding this gorgeous kitty tapping on a window to get our attention on the way back to the car!
P.S. I need to transport this lovely Slindon house to my ideal location, add a few acres, and get it on the market for £50 - #perfecthouse!
Sophia's coat c/o Miioon, girls' boots c/o Bogs.