There’s a certain poignancy about September, I always think. It heralds the end of summer (in the case of 2018 a summer to remember for generations) but also, for many, the start of new terms and new beginnings. I look out for the first smell of leafiness that means autumn is on the way, the frisson of a chill in the air, the Victoria creeper already redder than the beetroot on this page only more glossy (always the first leaves to turn). So yes, it’s sad to say goodbye to all those balmy days and nights, but I won’t miss the ridiculously hot commute jostled by red-faced, irritated people elbowing their way to the shady side of the train. And now it’s time to look ahead…