Yesterday we went to see Carpet Stories, Danny Mehra's beautiful exhibition of rare tribal carpets (and ended up buying yet another of them!). These carpets have a way of transporting one to faintly familiar yet unknown and unencountered worlds. A reminder of the vast sky above and the bountiful and sometimes harsh land around us. Of perhaps a simpler life, more rooted to the natural world.
We selected a carpet that had a beautiful combination of unusual, soft colours, that reminded me of autumn. Blue skies, pink hued leaves, browns and mustardy yellows. Not the freshness of spring, not the heat of summer and not the bareness of winter. Just a soft, mellowing season of change.
After that we went across the road for dinner. Ate slow cooked lamb with tiny carrots and baby potatoes and hand made ravioli with light creamy pesto. The band next door was playing 'Autumn Leaves' and the gentle notes drifted in (fortunately it was instrumental; no one can sing it quite like Edith Piaf). All in all, it was a very satisfying, very autumnal day, at the beginning of winter!