Hallowe'en, Harvest and the Last Day of the Farmers' Market

It's a little scary, a little exciting and a little sad: the harvest is over and the fields are bare; the leaves are falling in bright windblown showers from the trees and the farmers' market tents and tables are being packed away for the winter. And oh yes – it's Hallowe'en.

At Withrow Park, the children who arrived to show off their costumes are almost all gone, to await the adventures of tonight's trick-or-treating, and the friendly pirate will gather her bright hoops from the grass and say goodbye.

Even the cheerful pussycat carving the jack-o-lanterns won't be here much longer. The summer's over and the darkness is falling. Tonight we'll light the fire and curl up in a blanket and wait for the spectres of this gusty autumn night to come a-knocking at the door. Winter is coming. HAPPY HALLOWE'EN!