Why September might just be my favourite month
(and what to read even if you're not its biggest fan)
Yes, September is one of my favourite months. I am that woman in Louis MacNeice’s poem who loves a fire in the fireplace. I’m here for all of it: falling leaves, morning mists, drawing the curtains against the darkening evenings, fair isle jumpers and cosy slippers.
Perhaps because it is the month where crisp mornings can give way to golden days like la…