Unlike pretty much the whole rest of the island, our little corner of England has been fine and hot all Summer long. So much so, we're having a real drought problem. The fields are brown and the sheep are hungry, while a hundred miles away there are floods. Still, it's been beautiful.
Then, two days ago -- like somebody flipped a switch -- it was suddenly Autumn. Chilly, rainy, blowing a gale. I'm sure it's not totally the end of the nice weather, but it was the most amazing season transition I have ever seen.
I love all four seasons where we are. Coming from Tennessee via Rhode Island, I am accustomed to hating at least one and often two or more seasons every year, so that's pretty cool.