The fields are full of golden, ripened corn, tractors organise hay bales into strict lines and freshly dug potatoes into small mountains. As we drive past hedgerows, seed heads nod, dark shadows in place of the blood red poppies seen at Summer’s peak. It’s harvest time and the leaves are already falling from the trees. There’s a definite autumnal nip in the air now at the beginning and the end of the day, summer’s heat lighter and easier to wear for the freshness of it. The school holidays are all but over and Summer is winding down for the new term, when Autumn will take over with her usual grace and subtlety, bringing cooler days as her own spectacular palette adorns the landscape before leaving us to the barren Winter chill. In homes across the land, children sharpen pencils and parents curse the mountain of uniform to label.