Comments on: Spitalfields In Autumn

By: Dave Phillips

Dave Phillips — Fri, 23 Oct 2026 17:09:21 +0000

Thank You so very much! As a lad I picked up chestnuts on Chestnut Street, Halifax, Nova Scotia. It was important work. Cheers!

By: Josephine Eglin

Josephine Eglin — Fri, 23 Oct 2026 13:56:11 +0000

Joining with all your appreciative readers in saying thank you for your daily writings. Every story is a joy, but some, like today’s, are extra special. Every sentence seems to have touched a chord with us.

By: Julia

Julia — Fri, 23 Oct 2026 13:11:26 +0000

Autumn Greetings from Munich

By: Frances Bevan

Frances Bevan — Fri, 23 Oct 2026 12:24:40 +0000

A beautiful, beautiful post. Thank you.

By: Eve

Eve — Fri, 23 Oct 2026 10:14:50 +0000

Thank you for your heartfelt impressions of the autumnal season now enveloping us in its chilly cloak of wind & drizzle and stirring reminiscences of boys conker championships & spider myths, cosy evenings & toasted crumpets.
Just wonderful!

By: Gee Farrow

Gee Farrow — Fri, 23 Oct 2026 10:09:37 +0000

There are scraps joy to be found in every season if we look hard enough. Thanks for being one of those joys!
As far as the neglected conkers are concerned, I’m not sure it is so much a countryside – city thing, but I believe it’s more of a generational thing. (Although my 6yo granddaughter still delights in picking up every conker/ hazelnut husk and leaf she can lay her hands on!)
One thing I do miss from my 50s/60s childhood is the smell of the chimney smoke as people started to light their fires – so evocative.

By: ANDY STROWMAN

ANDY STROWMAN — Fri, 23 Oct 2026 09:41:40 +0000

This might be of use in inspiring on a witty

I am
Not sure if my submission got through before .

Two White Horses
By Andy Strowman
Copyright

Two white horses, white as snow
Steady not fast along the tractor path
I tried along their minds complete.

Two red squeal beneath the feet.
Come home, Paddy my mum is shouting.
And the girls in the city are busy there mouthing

But the horses and I have a job to be done
And we shouldn’t be home till the setting sun.

I’ve been a ploughman now these 15 years new Line
Won’t be rich and I’ve no time for tears.
So watch the birds above my head
And it will soon be lunch for me piece of bread.

By: Fiona

Fiona — Fri, 23 Oct 2026 09:41:05 +0000

I collect acorns and chestnuts also. Colourful leaves as well from Hampstead Heath, Golders Hill park and the pergola.
I always enjoy your posts. Particularly about nature in the city.

By: ANDY STROWMAN

ANDY STROWMAN — Fri, 23 Oct 2026 09:30:55 +0000

This story you write inspires me to remember a poem I wrote which I hope pleases all readers on this wet day. Thank you Gentle Author.

TWO WHITE HORSES
By Andy STROWMAN
Copyright

Two white horses
White as snow
Steady not fast
They trudge along
Their minds complete
Two rats squeal beneath their feet.

Come home Paddy my Mum is shouting
And the girls in busy there mouthing
But the horses and I have a job to be done
And we shan’t be home till the setting sun.

I’ve been a ploughman now these fifteen years
I won’t be rich and I’ve no time for tears.
So watch the birds above my head
And it will soon be lunch for me piece of bread.

Dedicated to the Irish fellas I worked with in Regents Park and the ones I saw in Ireland who worked on the land in Ireland.

By: ANDY STROWMAN

ANDY STROWMAN — Fri, 23 Oct 2026 09:10:12 +0000

Yes we must dream of the fields for sure .

Andy