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When I moved to Wales in March almost everyone I met was keen to tell me about the winters here. I was warned about seemingly endless rain, the darkness even during the daytime, storms disconnecting power lines and snows that could cut me off from the nearby town, so I had best to be sure to stock up on plenty of food to see us through the dark times to come! So as the days shorten and my senses fill with October – damp earth, crisp frosty air, the smell of wood smoke – it is with some trepidation that I look towards my first winter.
I love the autumn – the richness of golden sunshine on fallen leaves and the busy-ness as nature prepares