The Full Monty
can remember, in past (though it actually feels like yesterday), when October was the month that we came to slowly ‘put the garden to bed’, with summer a memory shrouded in autumnal mists. Not any more. There is a chance you’re reading this as the nights are prickling with early frosts – but I doubt it. October frosts are now as rare as a sodden summer. The climate has changed, the seasons shifted and the weather wavered.
