We’ve not taken advantage of the summer enough. So last night, we headed out to sit in the pub garden just before eight and walked to Broomfield, just north of Chelmsford proper. Strolling through the fields of corn, with a gentle evening breeze and the reluctant setting sun glinting through the trees, it was all rather idyllic and reminded us that we should make hay while the sun shines (pardon the pun), and take any outside opportunities while we can. It could be a long winter.