You might’ve noticed that a shift is afoot, or perhaps you’ve been too consumed by the chaotic news cycle (fair enough!) to clock the subtle changes in mood and movement. London, the site of so much summer excitement, seems to have slowed down; the trees are shedding their verdant leaves, and the rest of us are reaching for layers that, just a few weeks ago, seemed unimaginable to need.
In my household, where cosy season is treated with the utmost respect (my boyfriend has been trying to jumpstart ‘Cosy Boy Autumn’ as both a term and a way of life since 2021), incense is being swapped for candles, and throws are being hauled out of the attic. I’m about a week away from ordering some bath oils.
