By late July, the roses are beginning to soften around the edges, the grass is sun-bleached and, as for us, we have ceased to know what day it is. But even as we ride the crest of the high summer wave, there is the hint that the season has started its slow turn towards autumn.



And yet some of summer's greatest pleasures are only just arriving – all the sweeter for how fleeting they are. The blackberries are fattening in the hedgerows. Figs are appearing in the fruit aisles. The sea is at its warmest. The Perseids are about to streak across the night sky. The swallows still wheel overhead and the evenings remain long enough for supper outdoors.

Late summer feels so precious precisely because it is all so exquisitely transient – perfect, if only we stop to notice it all. These, then, are the summer things still worth waiting for.