September’s second spring has absolutely flourished. The birds have all been singing their heads off morning and eve, the grass has yomped away and the wildflowers have been sent flowering off into the next round; the field scabious is blooming as though it were June. Our migratory winged friends have all gone, but everything else would have you thinking we’d jumped a few months backwards in the year. My wardrobe feels particularly confused and, no sooner had I dug out my raincoat and winter so

I love August and, if I’m being honest, it can also make me feel a little morose. The evenings have become noticeably cooler after the fierce heat of June and July and the evening light is drawing in; the heavy dew on the ground in the mornings has also returned. We have long since crested the longest day. So now what? We desperately need rain, and yet, I want to cling on to these long summer days that August feels synonymous with.

How much of an introduction does Liberty Nimmo really need? If you're any sort of Tat fanatic, you'll already know she's been writing for us for years. She's been a friend of mine since I was thirteen, and she remains one of those delightful people whose life never stops thrilling me.