I often thought that autumn was my favourite season. After a long hot summer, autumn would break winter in gently, all the while reminding us why we love layers and tights without giving us frostbite. And the last few autumnal days have been a real treat. Bright, chilly mornings; warm sunny days, evenings spent wrapped up on the sofa under my blanket.

Autumnal oxford

I’ve since realised that I’m happy with any season, as long as the weather is how it’s supposed to be. For example, I’m happy with winter, as long as it’s cold and you can wrap up warm in bobble hats and scarves, sit by the fire drinking mulled wine. I’m equally happy in summer, as long as the sun shines and it’s lovely and warm. All autumn has to do is help us transition from one (lackluster) season to another, as gently as possible. I for one can’t wait to heat up the mull and light the fire!

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