The first week and a bit of my holidays has come and gone. The sun has shone. The cats have slept for most of the day. And I have worn pyjama pants way more than I normally would, so thank goodness I made some new pairs to go with my whole ‘getting up early’ routine from last year.

For the most part, I’ve stayed at home with the Chef, reading books, watching online photography courses and editing (still!) the million photos I took on the Failboats’ trip along the East coast last year. I’ve also been out to drive my mum to and from hospital, which is a bit of a roadtrip in itself, although one I’d prefer to do in more pleasant circumstances. She’s recovering well and I’m even more convinced that the Hume Freeway is the most boring road I know, after travelling it so often of late.

The Autumn colours, on the other hand, are not boring in the slightest. It is seriously one of the best years for Autumn colour. I’m sorry to report it to you if you’re not able to get out and see it, but it is glorious. The trees are covered in every shade from deepest red, to glowing orange, right through to golden yellow. I cannot remember a more beautiful Autumn.

And here we all are, stuck inside and imagining it.

I can see some from my window: touches of yellow and beautiful red in neighbouring properties. The trees in my own garden remain stubbornly green at the moment, but I’m going to head out later and tell them I have great expectations of them this year.

So we’re going to miss Autumn roadtrips. And most likely Winter ones, too. Might be advisable to give Spring a miss – who knows? In the meantime, I’m keeping my roadtripping heart happy by daydreaming about the ones yet to come.