It’s feeling very Autumnal. As I write this, I’ve barely slept. The 50mph winds last night set off a neighbours burglar alarm every few hours. And on the wall above my desk, precariously sat there is a hideously chunky house spider. After typing each sentence I glance up at it, to check it hasn’t moved. Which it hasn’t … Although if this post is relegated to the drafts for all eternity, you’ll know why.
The leaves are starting to fall from trees and pumpkin spice lattes are back in Starbucks. To some September is the last month of Summer. But to me, it’s very much the beginning of Autumn. Whether the British calendar agrees with me or not.