The end of summer...
It really felt like the end of summer today, with apples falling from the trees more quickly that I can pick them up and the last of the tomatos plumping on drying plants. For the first time, there was a chill in the air as I pulled the last of the carrots and raddishs from the bottom of the garden. And on Monday, it's back to the office, for one day at least, and party conferences looming, autumn is really in the air.
Which is good...as I have a pile of books to read and can look forward to spending some long, lazy evenings curled up with whatever tale takes my fancy. Just a few more weeks of "free choice reading", before the study kicks in again. Going back to uni after 13 years seemed dead simple a few months back. As the date gets closer, it's becoming a bigger deal.
But for tonight, it's Patrick Cave's Sharp North - picked up a nice little, signed first edition from a fellow ibooknet bookseller a couple of weeks ago. Thanks to Jamie at Benson's Antiquarian Books.
