Autumn's Here

There's something about riding in autumn - assuming you can find a dry day. The air is cool and a little crisp in the mornings, and the trees are much more colourful than usual. 
As you wend through the countryside, swerving all the puddles and muddy patches, you can smell things that you can't in summer: woodsmoke, coffee, bacon. 
I have no idea why scents are stronger in autumn - but the ones I notice are the warm and cosy ones, the welcoming ones, the friendly ones.
Plus, my baby looks good next to autumn foliage.

Saturday was one such autumn day, and I had discussed with the in-house meteorologist and consulted the met office website and app, then headed out to one of my favourite places in Kent, because the rain was all supposed to be west of there. 
Supposed to be. I caught the one shower in all of Kent, but stopped off and parked up and holed up in Cafe 1809 while it passed and the roads dried up a bit.