Tonight I am huddled by the fireplace in a woolen blanket, clutching at my knitting needles with icy-cold fingers and deciding that I'd rather eat tinned soup than brave the night air for a supermarket trip. I think it's finally time to accept that Autumn is well and truly over.
And yet, the beauty of neglecting my blog these last few months is that now, in the midst of a New England Winter, I can re-live my Autumn adventures. So, for the duration of this post, let's pretend that tomorrow it really will be sunny enough to wear pretty skirts and wander through leaf-littered parks, breathing in the smell of wood-fire smoke on the afternoon air.
After living in Armidale for almost one and a half years, I still haven't discovered all of the beautiful parks and gardens it has to offer. It might not be as exciting as the many nightclubs and designer boutiques available in larger cities, but when I find myself buried beneath a pile of readings and essays, a walk in the fresh air, some peace and quiet, and all this beautiful scenery is far more motivating than a crowded train ride or a busy street.
The following photos were taken on a little adventure to Gostwyck Chapel :)
Follow me on Instagram for more of my adventures!