We visited our local farm shop at the weekend where a full field is given over to growing pumpkins. There they huddle; all shapes and sizes. Fat, orange ones glowing in the afternoon sun; mottled green ones looking suitably ghoulish.
Our chosen pumpkin is now sitting in the cool of the porch looking very seasonal indeed. Soon it will be time to hollow it out and carve it into a lantern, the flesh used to make soup, or delicious Thurshi.
Lantern carving is an age-old tradition. And, like all the best customs, it has a good story attached.
But the telling of the tale will have to wait until All Hallow’s Eve.