As if the weekend was summer's last gasp, Monday morning brought with it steamed-up windows and a chilly wait at the station. I must admit that I love this time of year - or moreover, the weather. I love hearing the torrential train pelt down outside, and I love seeing breath flee my mouth when I exhale. I also love the fact that it's now much more preferable to drink red, rather than white wine, and I can't wait for the first drop of Port to be officially poured.
And it's true, I can't wait to put on a jumper.