It was cold, drizzly, and colourful.
Perfect timing, as the leaves were turning at the onset of Fall.
Far, very far, from the madding crowd.
We overnighted in a cottage that was over 100 years old. Cosy, and wonderful to go to sleep hearing rain pattering down on wooden shingles.
The colours were gorgeous.
This came at the right time for the kiddies, who needed to slow down a gear or two.
It was time to have picnics, play, and run, and throw leaves in the air….
This was the first leg, though.
Next stop, Nashville.