Some people don’t understand why I enjoy going on holiday with my parents. Perhaps they find the idea strange, this 27-year-old excitedly packing for a week in the sunshine. Maybe it is a bit odd that I look forward to 11am beers by the pool with my Dad, enjoying piri-piri chicken overlooking the sea with…
What colour is autumn? It’s often depicted in burnt orange, leaves tumbling crisp underfoot onto waiting pavements, bursting brambles growing wild in the woods staining fingers and lips a plummy purple. It’s a flickering red brown flame from a candle lit to ward off the ever longer nights, thick with grey clouds, flecks of silvery…