It is undeniably autumn. This morning there was a damp chill in the air, and the park was covered with mist when I cycled in to begin my exercise class. Most of the conkers fell off the trees weeks ago and are beginning to lose the perfect shine they have when they first drop out of their prickly casing.
Thankfully, we are still having some warm days, but it’s safe to say that summer is over.
It was a long summer, I must say. It started early, with what I believe was the warmest and driest June on record in the UK. Things didn’t cool down much in July and the ground was parched when we left for our summer holiday in Seattle. Once again, the weather in Seattle didn’t let us down, and we were able to enjoy boating, lots of time on the beach and many, many alfresco dinners with family.
We were thoroughly spoiled by our family and friends, who went out of their way to clear busy schedules to host us and spend time with us.
One of the questions I am most frequently asked is if I miss the USA. My usual response is that I sometimes miss the Pacific Northwest (especially mountains) and the people there who make it such a special place. But in all honesty, homesickness rarely extends beyond that.
That said, Seattle is a glorious place, especially on a sunny day.
…I’m beginning to notice that I talk a lot about the weather. Is it really that important? I quite like a rainy day and autumn is actually my favourite season. I think if you’re like me, and have lived in Seattle, Copenhagen and London – all places known for above average gloomy days – it’s safe to say that yes, it makes a difference.