Permanent Autumn

While the calendar officially indicates that it's still summer, that season has been and gone. By my reckoning, summer lasted precisely one day, Sunday, 5 August. On that date, the mercury topped out at 29C (85F). Since then, it's been cool and breezy, bit of rain, bit of sun.

Rather than lament the loss of summer, though, I have to say that the weather suits me just fine, thank you very much. I've never been a huge fan of the ridiculous temperatures we had in Philadelphia. When Michele was in the States at the end of July it was 103F; and that's just silly.

Don't get me wrong, I like to sit by a pool and drink cold beer as much as the next guy. The trouble is, you can't spend your entire summer doing that. At some point, you have to put some clothes on and, say, go to work or mow the lawn. So frankly, the perpetual autumn we seem to have here in old blighty is OK by me.

Maybe it's because my birthday is in October, maybe it's some latent memory of returning to school or maybe it's just because I'm weird, but leaden skies and early dusk carry a feeling of enormous potential.

So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and enjoy the short twilight.

More soon (we had visitors last week, and more coming next week, so it's been a little busy here...)