Sydney’s air has a dense watery (almost tropical) texture to it on an almost daily basis. I am yet to feel that icy chill of autumn or winter that I grew so accustomed to in England. Saying this, a change is definitely in the air. I had to dig through the recesses of my wardrobe for something warmer than a t-shirt and have spent most weekend with my face pressed up against the windows, wishing the torrential rain would just do one and let us enjoy our beach home in peace. Saying that, it’s been a fair while since I experienced an autumn and I find myself looking forward to the onset of the chill. You can remind me of this post when, in a few months, I will be deep into my first Aussie winter and no doubt willing summer to hurry up and get here.