Today, the weather did that thing where it knows it’s really in Autumn but decides it still likes the idea of summer and so, with some of the leaves on the trees turning orange and brown amongst the green ones, and with a breeze that’s cool and fresh and cleansing, it allows a warm sun to sit up there all day long. It’s a nice mix.

I like days like these. I like the cool and freshness of autumn and I like the colours and I like it being warm. There’s something magical about them. I like that it won’t be long before leaves will litter every pavement around here and  the smell of wood smoke and fires will be in the air.

Some of my favourite days have been days like these. It was a day like today when, almost five years ago, I drove to a school near Manchester Airport, to kick off the tour for my first book.

It was a day like today when I walked in the woods and watched birds through binoculars, and kicked up piles of fallen leaves on the pavement afterwards, on the way to eat Bangladeshi food.

It was a day like today when I spent the whole day inside a shopping centre and drove home happy, and then walked out into the night (it had gone cold) and the evening was dark and full of magic, and I sat in that restaurant and ate gnocchi. And then, later, slumped on a sofa in front of a fire.

It was a day like today when I sat at my small desk, in my small office, with the magic outside – on the other side of my window – and I wrote ‘In My Head, I’m Venus’ – I remember it well.

I think it’s funny how I’ll forever associate days like these with good things. And sitting here, typing this right now – after I’ve spent the morning writing and the afternoon editing for TSC, after I spent fifteen minutes turning a speed rope (first time in over a year – and I didn’t die!) and talking about some not so great stuff on the phone – after all of that, I can step outside and have that feeling back. And it struck me (forgive me for being all philosophical) — but it’s struck me that as good and as precious as memories are – and magical too – we all have the opportunity to make new ones. Life, for me, has been bloody tough at times, but on days like these I think it’s safe to look forwards. And, perhaps, to stop being quite so grumpy too.