Nothing beats the sight of fat orange pumpkins all aglow in the October sunshine. So on Saturday, under clear blue skies, we wandered to our hearts’ content, up and down the rows of huddled globes, in search of the perfect pumpkin to bring home.
I plumped for two: one chosen for it’s colour – still with green stripes and speckles; the other for its lantern-like form; both sufficiently different from the football-shaped and -sized ones prevalent in the supermarkets.
And then there was this one with its perfect flattened profile.
I left it there, should a fairy godmother be in search of a suitable squash to transform into a coach.
After all, it is October, and there’s magic in the air . . .