“So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world.”
–   John Clare, November

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The Lunt is lovely at any time of the year but in Autumn it has a special appeal.  The sun in the morning rises over the portar sinister (eastern gateway) and with its light burns off the dew.  Being quite high up the sky is illuminated with reds and oranges that would make an impressionist reach for his paint box.  Many of the creatures at Lunt are shy.  The foxes, badgers and accursed rabbits only come out when the fort is closed but some are even more shy and are usually passed over without us ever noticing them.  Notably the spiders and minibeasts that go about their business unheeded by us lumbering humans.  Autumn showers their artistic webs with dew drops and for a brief moment shows us that if we are alone we are never truly alone.  Our cats are settling in very nicely and acting more like domestic beasts than the feral shylings that we expected.  For the first few days they hid in the undergrowth but now are nosing about the granary expressing the view that they might like to go into the museum and grace our lectures with their presence.