November is not many folk’s favourite month. It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s wet and it’s muddy. In fact, the Finnish word for November is Marraskuu which literally means “death month”. Not ones for mincing their words are those Finns…
Me, I like November. I put more clothes on, I light some candles, I drink red wine, I buy scarves, I eat pumpkin and I feel no guilt whatsoever at snuggling up on the sofa for hours at a time.
This weekend I, blissfully, had absolutely nothing to do. Marco and I walked along the beach at Loch Ness (only 10 minutes from my house) and we watched the snow fall out the window.
Somehow, that took up the whole weekend. 🙂