Unlike the previous summer months that blur indefinably, September is easy to recognise. It is my favourite month; I’ll gather souvenirs in a bid to capture the essence and bottle it. The first turning autumn leaves, shiny conkers more precious than jewels, bowers heavy with apples and plums, dew on dahlia flowers and a musty smell in the still warm air…
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