Pumpkin Patch, Take One

There is a particular kind of joy in standing in a field of pumpkins with mud past your ankles, arguing about which one is 'the' pumpkin. Spoiler: they are all the pumpkin.

Simbu stayed home for this one, guarding the sofa, but he sent his blessing (and strong opinions on the merits of the smaller, rounder pumpkins).

We filled the wheelbarrow, lost a welly in the mud at least once, and came home smelling like autumn. 10/10, would get muddy again.