Autumn pleasures
NO sun, no moon, no morn, no noon… November.’ The words of the poet Thomas Hood seem to take on an especially dispiriting tone this year. The sodden leaves cling to our boots, the earth becomes intractable with moisture causing spades to weigh heavily on aching shoulders and the sun rises, takes one look at the earth below and decides, after dallying briefly, to sink from view. There are days when it is easy
