In Dorset as elsewhere, November brings the beautiful sunsets of October along for the ride.
At Portland Bill, the clouds gather around the lighthouse, a beacon in a darkening world. Brexit is breaking apart, which it was always going to do. The only sure thing is that the sun will come up in the morning. Probably.
Away from it all, from the television, radio and social media, there is such gorgeous beauty. I love it.
Down at the Bay, the lights are on to announce the arrival of a new cafe bar, Rise.
It looks very tempting, as does the Bull Hotel courtyard this time of year.
Cut quinces sit like an art installation on my kitchen worktop.
The resulting membrillo from a recipe by my old colleague and friend Liz Crow, the Baking Bird, is just divine.
There's lots going on locally, for those who want it. I shall be booking tickets for this.
I enjoyed Bridport Literary Festival immensely.
And the Bridport Big Band in the Lush Places Village Hall.
The Force will be with you. Always.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x