There seem to be a lot of medium length words beginning with A to describe things about which I am decidedly, unquestionably, ferociously… sort of ambivalent really. Alcohol. Anarchy. Arsenal. America. Asparagus. This morning at 7:30, as I left home to drive to a 10K on the other side of Reading, I was reminded of another: Autumn. Perhaps you had to be there, when the mist hung over the garden like cotton wool, and the air carried a chill, a faint wintry edge.… READ MORE.... …