I know that summer is over when the Waverley has made her last trip of the season round the Kyles of Bute, reluctant though I am to acknowledge it. I am always trying to hang on to the summer feeling - I don't want the sadness of autumn just yet. I've not had enough sun!
I know many people find this their favourite time of year, but to me it is always tinged with melancholy, and winters seem so long....
Do you relish the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness?