EDITOR’S LETTER
Others rhapsodise about sunshine and beaches, but I’ve always preferred this time of year. I love the drama of the weather: as I write, the wind is gusting outside my window, hurling dried leaves at the panes. And I cherish the succession of annual rituals that mark the passing of the months – from the cheerful anarchy of Halloween and Bonfire Night to the gastronomic indulgences of Christmas and New Year (not to mention my wedding anniversary, marked in our household, by long tradition, with a platter of oysters). But there are also quieter joys to appreciate: collecting conkers, breakfasts by candlelight, crumpets for tea, wrapping up in a soft new winter coat. And always, of course, the increasing excitement as the house begins to fill up with mysterious parcels, while…