Some evening soon, I’ll come in from sowing at about eight o’clock and a log fire will be burning cosily in the sitting room for the first time since spring. It’ll mean we’re properly in the middle of autumn, which I like, before the season gives way to the gloom of November.

I don’t expect November to be great this year, this above all years. A potential level five lockdown could be grimly depressing and if that’s not enough, Standard Life are now reminding me that I’ll be reaching my chosen pension drawdown age of 60 in a few weeks’ time. Retire at 60? Not a chance. I’ll retire when my only set of wheels are on a Zimmer frame.