Autumn has blown into the North East and the trees have shed their leaves by the, well, shed-load really. So out Ollie and I go to sweep them into neat piles so that the post people can deliver the mail. Only for Abigail to breeze by and reshuffle the leaves into different piles. So, armed this time with multiple green bin liners, we filled 18 bags with leaves and popped them into a quiet corner of the garden to rot down into the most delectable leaf mold ready for autumn next year, when Abigail's friend will no doubt come calling! Happy days.