Where did the summer go? Back in spring, when the sun began to warm the cockles, buds peeped out among the dry branches and Londoners hesitantly slipped off their winter coats, I made plans. Plans to while away balmy summer evenings in the park with a good book. Plans to visit the seaside, paddle in the cool water and hunt for crabs in rock pools. Plans to devour my weight in pistachio ice cream, laughing as I raced against the drips. Plans to walk along the river at dusk, arm-in-arm with a friend, gossiping about the latest thrills and spills that life inevitably casts our way.
There’s been a little of this and that, but not a lot it seems, and now the leaves are starting to turn underfoot, and I find myself slipping on an extra layer in the mornings, a hot mug of tea perched on the coffee table. I can’t complain. Autumn is one of my favourite seasons (along with spring): the bright colours, crisp air and mounds of crunchy leaves. And even if I’m not quite ready to let go of summer, I still have a holiday in Croatia tomorrow that will (hopefully) see me visiting warmer climes (even if the forecast doesn't quite agree).
A couple of weeks ago I visited Cambridge, and popped into the Cambridge University Botanical Gardens. This little treasure trove of colour, smell and sound is my new favourite playground. Bees zipping between the lavender flowers, the water fountains tinkling and gurgling while children splash and shriek, the damp hot air of the glasshouse gardens and the pleasant hissing off the summer lawns.
I can’t wait to go back.
What are you planning to do with the fading summer days?