I'm not keen on eating pumpkins but don't they look great - great colour, great shape. I'm always glad to see them in the shops.And underneath, one of my little pumpkins, Mia, having a nap!

Do you ever wonder how birds (and many others) make long migrations, based on instinct alone? How they know where to go is a question I can't even begin to answer but how they know when they've got there - I sort of think I know how they feel, maybe. I'll explain - my dad is from Norfolk, but I was born in Bedford and never lived in Norfolk. However, in the last 10 years, I've often holidayed in Norfolk and I can't put my finger on it but it always feels like home, perhaps it's genetic, perhaps the 'Norf-folk' are just good at making you feel at home, perhaps I'm just a wishful townie. If nothing else, I reckon I understand the chiffchaffs that turn up in the poplars at the back of the house, each April, just that little bit better.
and it seems to send the kids at school mad too, what we teachers call (somewhat unimaginatively) 'windy day syndrome'.