It’s that time of year again. That time when the young, fresh-faced pub and restaurant staff we’ve enjoyed all summer gather up all their tips and toddle off back from whence they came. That time of year when the Deliveroo drivers dry up, and the streets fall to near-silence as the rattle and hum of e-scooters becomes nothing more than a memory of impotent annoyance. That time of year those in the hushed halls of academia call “back to university”.
Indeed, unless you happen to live in a uni town, a large slice of your summer-season population is about to disappear to either embark on or continue down the path of expensive enlightenment. And while their departure, like birds flying South for the winter, may bring with it an odd ennui for the rest of us, we wish them the best as they fill their brains with all the facts and figures it requires to graduate with top honours.
