Just a few years ago, I remember having to wear my winter coat by this time of the year. Today, there is glorious sunshine, reminiscent of a warm spring morning. In fact, judging by the tiny pink buds peeking from some branches, one would be forgiven for thinking it was April, already.
The only sign of winter’s impending arrival is the darkness, closing in earlier and earlier each evening, reigning longer, way into the mornings. That has to be the worst aspect of mid autumn, waking up at six thirty a.m. only to find the stars are still shining in a night sky.
Hammering the final nail in the season’s coffin, British summer time ends next week. Clocks go back. Days will become even shorter, but at least, mornings will be as they should, light and star-free.