Autumn Colours

"Time is an illusion, lunchtime doubly so" said Douglad Adams. We realise its quite right. Our lunchbreaks have been the hightlight of the week that hath passed. Good food and some sun in Madingley, another overlooking the Cam. If one gets the impression food gets a lot of space in the writings, we are gourmands, enjoying a good repast more than many other relishes life has to offer.

This blog was thought of as a window not just of our travels- when one considers that we are all on a permamnet voyage across time- but other stuff that matters to us. Like books. Recently been reading James Herriot, really good change and a good impression of English life, I think. I find it adds to the value of a novel if one knows the history and circumstances of the place in which the pages are composed. So this book, talking, as it were, of a vets experiences in the English countryside are refreshingly pleasant.

There is also another French movie and many more to be seen from Mathieus collection. One of the impacts of having an inter-cultural marriage is the influence on food and culture. I completely enjoy learning about France in its music, drama, books and novels. Maybe the world would be a more knowledgable place if more people broke the barriers of race, colour and followed love, companionship. But thats thought for another discussion perhaps.

For now its the end of summer, beginning of autumn. We see the reds and the yellows around us. And the first chill of winter.