Summer's dying embers are still to be discerned amidst Autumn's glory. Low-angled light creates, with the air moisture at a lower temperature, a suffusion of incandescent haze that defines the almost agonised longing for this time of year never to end. But despite a lack of severe frosts, nights are cold enough for the first fires, accompanied by a glass of sloe gin, to prepare us for Winter's first touch. |
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