It was already autumn when I flew back here in late August, though the dudes at Bacchanalia assure me that summer never happened. Now the weather has advanced from bright and crisp to cold which is very exciting – fall is the best time of year here! Except of course spring, when all the baby animals are born. Or winter, when the city is empty and misty. Or summer, when hordes of strangers descend and roll around in the parks….
I think it safe to say I enjoy the weather in England. I definitely understand why locals spend so much time talking about it!