Scrabble over supper. Cats lounging in the sun. Clusters of wild daisies. Falling hills from the car window, soaked in light made of gold. Nectarine and Cheddar cheese on crackers, the perfect summer snack. Dahlias at the flower stand. Golden hour from my perch on the train. Sudden squalls, pursued by evening sunlight. Summer breakfasts – I’m a creature of habit: Greek yoghurt, a peach or a nectarine or a helping of berries, a generous scoop of homemade granola, a handful of toasted flaked almonds and a hefty clutch of raisins. A breakfast worth getting up for. Thoughts of autumn – of cool mists, scratchy turtlenecks, cosy evenings, of knitting again. Of hot cups of tea, and time to write. But for now there are the handfuls of tomatoes, and ivory cosmos, and stone fruits galore, and dinner in the garden, outdoor swims, summer adventures with my sister – much in this present season to savour. Still, I’m looking ahead full of anticipation: more than any other time of the year, for me, this period as the pendulum swings from summer to autumn is a time of hope and of plans. Put simply: I’m looking forward to the future.