Hearing the stags calling and even seeing them sometimes, the dogs having to wear their bells to alert the deer to their presence. The sound of autumn to me, the dogs jingling around me. The sound of the chainsaw in the forest, of splitting logs, our wood store full. (I’m in Sherwood Forest/Dukeries).
The light, as it nears the winter equinox the sun rises over the old pit top and makes a huge orange ball reflected on my wardrobe, and I will sit in bed with my cup of tea till this has happened, a lovely start to my day!
As others have said, getting my woolies out, getting the slow cooker out for stews and casseroles, getting a new pair of wellies to get through the winter, fingerless gloves, the chance to sit down and watch a box set because the weathers crap.
Not having to devote so much time to my allotment.