We spent the weekend mostly huddled up together and cherishing one another, grateful. We stepped outside briefly to one of our favourite hangouts, Ashridge Estate and the scrumdidlyumptious Brownlow Cafe. Ant and I took it in turns with the camera.

We walked along an ancient path through the woods, where chestnut and beech trees arched over us and the forest floor is a carpet of orange and brown leaves and nutshells. There is something reassuring and life affirming in taking some time out to hug a few trees, wade through some knee-deep mud, and then scoff a load of cake.