For someone who traditionally loves autumn, it’s taken me a long time to get onboard with it this year. Surprisingly, I miss the warmth that requires me to cover my pale, freckled skin in gloopy clothes-ruining factor 50. Most unusual. But, over the past few weeks, the fire has been lit, blankets have been draped over even more surfaces, and slippers have become an essential. I’ve even started stocking up on air drying clay for Christmas crafts with the boys. I guess the heady days - and outdoor cinema nights - of August are well and truly a thing of the past.