I am grateful that my part of the world saw nothing more than a fine and windy rain that has given way to the dark.
I can't help but feel nostalgic. I remember those exciting evenings out in the town with friends gathered around a table in my local. I also recall those long tiring days exploring the places I knew in my youthful past.
In my old college town, I saw a mixture of things that had and hadn't changed.
My local near the railway station had little changed, just new seating and bar staff. I enjoyed a single pint for my lunch of course as I remembered.
The well-known subway I passed through twice a day has long been filled in.
What is left of my college is one building. I managed to chinwag with one old bloke nearby who gave me the full story of my college's demise due to Asbestos.
So my task this Autumn is to learn how to deal with nostalgia and I hope this will help me in other ways.
Has anyone else set themselves a great task to complete?
Any stories to share would be very welcome.