
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower
We hate to say it, but this year’s summer has hardly been one to write home about. A few sporadic, glorious days where we’ve hastily dragged the BBQ out of storage in the knowledge that it may be a while before its charcoal smokes and embers glow once more. The festival season starts to wind-up (well, this year’s have been a bit hit and miss, haven’t they?!!!) and we start to do the ever-so British thing of saying “ooh-it’s a bit nippy, isn’t it?” or “the nights are starting