How is it the 1st December already? Yesterday, we’ve had the first snow of the season. November had come in relatively mild and friendly, sometimes sunny, sometimes wet and windy, and has gone out with a big, frosty bang. This autumn has somehow felt more intense than the previous years in terms of colours and nature. I don’t think I’ve ever taken my camera out more to capture the outdoors, the colours, the light, the mood. Being in nature has been my sanctuary, my mindfulness, my meditation during an incredibly difficult time.

This autumn has also seen me start my yearly “hibernation rituals” which involve log burners, candles, hot tea/coffee/chocolate/mulled wine (depending on time of day), woolly blankets and podcasts or some cheesy movie. I’m more in need of these small but comforting rituals than ever before because, by all accounts, this year has been the worst of my life. It’s been a year full of heartbreak, the most frightening moments, very long and drawn-out goodbyes, career lows and everything in-between. I honestly cannot wait for it to be over.

Since I have spent so much time taking all these images, I thought it would be a shame not to share them. So this is my ode to autumn, my way of showing appreciation for nature, for the seasons and most of all for the place that I now call home. I feel that here in North Yorkshire, I have truly found the place that makes me feel at home. From the lush green hills, to the moors, to the wild north sea coast. Who’d have thought that this person who once declared “I will always feel at home in London” has found herself not wanting to leave this place…