As it happened, I got changed for a walk in 5 minutes flat after returning from a trip to the local recycling centre (the glamour) so had to go with instinct. These big old bootcut jeans and roomy blouse just sing out their seventies spirit. Somehow, I found the blouse in my stash of 'out of season' clothes and have no memory of owning it at all and was tempted to part with it in the most recent purge, but didn't quite. PHEW! It's a thing of delight.
Such a gorgeous autumnal print, one which offers little colour so can't easily clash with anything. The silky material is comfortable and light to wear and lets the light shine through. Drapey sleeves with snug little cuffs and a lovely simple neck tie too. It's originally from Zara but I'll have bought it second hand through some channel.
 It makes a nice change to ditch the skinny jeans a while.


In a childish way I still can't resist trying to hoist myself on low hanging branches, but on closer analysis I was dubious that this one was a good idea. So I just tried (and managed) to reach it. I'm too old to perish in a tree climbing incident. Freak falling branches is fine, but self inflicted happenings are no longer acceptable.

"She was just 31 so didn't have a true understanding of how her weight would snap that small branch and tumbled to her death, still clutching the bark. Her face still bore the expression of  I wonder if..."

Are you running with the season?
Sophie