Yesterday I spent an unreasonable amount of time trying to artfully compose squash (Sweet Coquina Butternut, Spaghetti and Red Kabocha) in a wooden box of scrunchy leaves. Positioning them just so to enable early morning beams of glorious sunshine to pick out the fabulous colours of these delicious autumn fruit. Alternately lying prone in the dewy grass (as always, I had my apron on with its water-repelling properties and so remained dry) or balancing precariously on the rim of a large pot trying to achieve a clever, insouciant, never-before-seen angle that would shed fresh perspective...