Hopefully at some point between me writing this, it being printed, and it dropping through your letterbox, summer arrived in the UK. If so then I hope it’s a sun-drenched wind-blessed September, and that the incredibly lame non-summer we had between June and August is long forgotten. Granted there was more water time to be had than usual, but there was a whole lot of Vitamin D lacking from the equation. And, as much as I love facing down weather fronts and pressure systems and pumping up my 7, the longer evenings do cry out for barbecues, mid-afternoon-headache inducing cider sessions, and general crazy ‘mad dogs and Englishmen’ antics.
