I remember the chill autumn days, the air heavy with the smell of bonfires and dusk, damp mulch of leaves underfoot.
In Autumn, Kate Mosse celebrates the time of shifting light, sharpening pencils and crisp mornings. In a magical adventure through the season, she describes the ever-changing colours of the autumn landscape, the crunch of leaves underfoot, the drift of migrating birds and the last of the sun's warmth for the year.
Alongside excursions to Le Mont St Michel and Carcassonne, she takes us to the Sussex marshlands of her childhood, when they are at their mulchy, misty, golden-hued best. In the reed banks she spots plovers and Goldeneye duck. Along the sea wall, she glimpses purple sea lavender, Brent geese and curlews, in the oak pond, herons and little egrets.
Exploring folklore, nature and creativity, this is a love-letter to Sussex and an atmospheric portrait of the autumn season from one of our best-loved writers.
In Autumn, Kate Mosse celebrates the time of shifting light, sharpening pencils and crisp mornings. In a magical adventure through the season, she describes the ever-changing colours of the autumn landscape, the crunch of leaves underfoot, the drift of migrating birds and the last of the sun's warmth for the year.
Alongside excursions to Le Mont St Michel and Carcassonne, she takes us to the Sussex marshlands of her childhood, when they are at their mulchy, misty, golden-hued best. In the reed banks she spots plovers and Goldeneye duck. Along the sea wall, she glimpses purple sea lavender, Brent geese and curlews, in the oak pond, herons and little egrets.
Exploring folklore, nature and creativity, this is a love-letter to Sussex and an atmospheric portrait of the autumn season from one of our best-loved writers.
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