As the wonderfully warm Summer draws to a close in the most spectacularly dreary fashion, I have found myself contemplating which is my favourite season. Surely the blue skies and kaleidoscope of Summer is more of an attraction than the drabness of the colder months?
But with September comes the wonder of the natural world:
Finding the first conker of the year.
Prising it open it to discover that the much longed for and anticipated conker is still white, with just a smidgen of chestnut brown.
But then spotting another one floating in the dammed stream in the gutter.
And there it is, the first shiny conker. The one that no-one in the world has ever seen before.
And then, there's the water.
All the water.
So you can let it beat you, stay in and moan about the incessant rain running in rivulets down the windowpanes. Or you can put on wellies and a mac and go and enjoy all the water.