Walking along the river, I saw brambles beginning to ripen and haws flushed with pale red streaks and I noticed how plump the conkers look on the trees.

I admired dahlias here as big as dinner plates and I wondered if I should try parsnip and maple cake for a change with my coffee.

It all sounds very autumnal.

But I'm not ready for that.

Hang on ... I haven't got my legs brown yet.