1. Do you have a favourite part of Autumn?
The nuts.
Seriously though, I like the fog and the crispness of the air and the colours of the leaves. Living near a forest is good in early Autumn.
2. “It’s too cold to snow!” Do you think it ever is?
It seems to manage it well enough at the poles and its pretty parky up/down there.
But I think this comes from the fact that cloud cover increases the temperature slightly, so if it does snow – it is cloudy and therefore it must be a bit warmer than when the skies were clear and you were seriously freezing your nuts off. Its relative, or a by-law….or a tradition…..or an old charter or something.
3. Do you feel there is still a place for British Summer Time or should we just stop changing the clocks?
Hmmm, I have no strong feelings either way. It mainly seems to be a H&S concern over lighting levels but we do have street lights nowadays no? For me getting up when it is dark is not a problem – I don’t get S.A.D. but I do find waking up in the early hours confusing. In the summer at least you know if it is dark you can safely go back to sleep, in the winter you wonder if you have woken up because you have slept through the alarm and have to check the time.
I remember a great conversation in a squat way back – room full of stoned hungover people laying around in a darkened room, curtains open to reveal the dark sky. A voice calls out “Anyone know what the time is?” a voice calls back “Seven O’clock” – a pause as the questioner obviously looks at the sky outside…”Which one?!”
4. Are there certain meals you only eat in certain seasons (Salad in summer, stew in winter)?
I really like all the thick rich stews and soups that we eat at this time of year. Eating the same thing would seem a bit heavy on a hot summer night. Mind you, When in Cyprus I would happily eat slow cooked cuts of meat in rich wine sauces on the hottest nights…Salad in winter is just wrong!
5. Autumn is…?
A time of low angled sunlight, making trees already burning with colour even brighter. A time of early dark and rising ground mist, the sound of dead leaves cracking underfoot.
Or summink.
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That's mighty poetic down the bottom there.