After the funny sort of Summer we've had, September's glorious weather was nothing short of a blessing. Thus, it was quite a shock to the system when, almost like a bolt from the blue, Autumn had turned wet and windy by the time October rolled along. So much for mellow fruitfulness, while the mist was of the kind that follows in the wake of non-stop rain.
But I'm being hasty again, as here I am on Sunday the 19th of September, enjoying another Indian Summer's day, with the mercury indicating a balmy 23°C.
I tried it again with an orange fabric belt on Friday, but that still didn't convince me either so, after chucking it into the washing machine and rejoining it with its original belt, it has now been relegated to the flea market pile. Don't get me wrong: I love the dress - that print is absolutely delightful - but not on me.
As it was Friday, we went for a charity shop rummage as usual, although our choice of shops was limited, the direction we were driving in dictated by the UCI World Championships 2021 which were passing through our village for three days running.