I’ve been bussing it from the Park&Ride this week. Walking down Little Clarendon Street, with the first of the fallen leaves blowing in the gutter and the light of the day still washed out by early morning, autumn works its magic on me. This place, and this time always brings to mind the rubbish/leaf monster from Fire & Hemlock. It makes me want to write. It brings to mind my Mr Tumnal story.