Like the first morning.

Boy, I'm going to miss this.

Just over a year ago I moved into this cottage and when I had time - and until it got too cold - I used to sit on the front door step, drinking my coffee and taking in this view.

Still, that's one of the good things about knowing that something is coming to an end, as opposed to an abrupt finish; you get to appreciate those things you loved all over again with fresh eyes.

Maybe, instead of having a lie-in, I'll have my coffee on the doorstep in the morning, just like old times.