Some might find it dreary, some depressing but to me, Autumn has always seemed exotic. With trees sporting warm tones of colours, from a mellow yellow to a fiery red, the first half of Autumn is more fun than Winter can ever be.

After Bonfire Night, it gets tedious, admittedly, with sodden leaves on pavements that make you slip and slide but despite this, there’s nothing to beat Autumn. Last week, as we were bowling through Scotland, with the hills covered in orange, I was most ecstatic. Standing at Glenfinnan, gazing at the Viaduct, it the air seemed to thrum with magic. I wouldn’t have been surprised had Harry and Ron come flying in a battered Ford Anglia.

There’s nothing to beat Britain during the cold months. Fireworks, roasted chestnuts, christmas lights going up everywhere – there is a sense of expectation and revelry that only Autumn can give. Other people can keep the crisp Spring, the warm Summer and even the frigid Winter. Me, I’ll be happy with Autumn. Sodden leaves and all.