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Yesterday I found my first conker on Brasenose Lane which means summer is well and truly over, at least here in Oxford.
As much as I love summer, I have to admit I am starting to look forward to autumn evenings, if only to be able to start on the stack of books next to our bed. When it's light until 10:30pm it's hard to pull yourself away from a beautiful summer evening to go to bed. But as the days shorten, and by November when it's dark by four o'clock, it's no problem at all--meaning the pile of books will start to dwindle along with the evening light, as the nights draw in.
|Jowett Walk, Oxford, September 1, 2014|
But now that it's September I have to admit the nights are drawing in. As the days shorten and the light becomes more golden, autumn is one of the most beautiful times of year in Oxford. The students haven't returned yet, summer tourists have gone home leaving the streets are quieter and calmer, and the leaves and conkers are start to fall. Summer may be short in Britain but as the nights draw in, the autumn is long and golden.
"By all these lovely tokens,