Every year, the passing of summer is mourned prematurely. But weatherwise, September is just as nice as August – and far less hassle
That’s it, then. Summer’s perishing before our eyes. Those glorious days of sun and fun and adventure, of rest and recreation, of heat and light and carefree gaiety, all spent. Enjoy these last few hours because they’re all we’ll have of it until next year – if there’ll even be a next year.