The first whiff of autumnl in the air this morning. It doesn’t come, as it does in countries further north, with the first faint traces of frosting on the window, or the miraculous change of foliage from emerald to scarlet and gold. It comes, early morning, and by the time the sun’s first warmth reaches the coastline, it has melted it away. It comes on the first breath you take as you step outside – a certain freshness that has been lacking, the faintest chill on your skin, a hint of moisture. If you sleep late you miss it, but it was there.