I drove Perran back to university today. On the long journey back alone I heard poems on Radio 4 to mark the Autumn Equinox.
I had plenty of time to think.
It struck me that our family has reached an Equinox too.
Grandparents are all ageing, Nigel and I still have maybe a decade of working life ahead.
And the children, although they may often find themselves at home with us are launching on adult life.
For a while Nigel and I are still the fulcrum of our family.
I’ve always enjoyed the Autumn – the briskness in the air, the fiery colours of the leaves, the cosiness of the evening fire.
So can I convince myself that Autumn is as wonderful as Summer?