Although we are usually wrapped up well at this time of year, perhaps with a hat or at least wellies, this year saw my daughter in a t-shirt and shorts and us basking in 23 degree sunshine; oh global warming, you cheeky thing, you!
The field this year stretched as far as the eye could see, full to the brim of pumpkins of all shapes, sizes and colours.
Finding that perfect one is never easy and we only had half an hour to complete the task, as we'd visited after school. My daughter had her mind set on a white one; we still have a similar specimen sourced from Maxey's 2 years ago, I'm not sure whether that makes me frugal or a hoarder but it is miraculously still going strong.
In 2016, ours was the only was the only white pumpkin available; this year however, there were plenty to choose from and they were all laid out in beautiful lines cutting through the rest of the traditional orange beauties.
My daughter spent ages finding her perfect, as she called it 'bibbity bobbity boo pumpkin'. My son, less discerning, pretty much chose the first one he picked up and looked at, a bit like when we go shopping I guess.
