Chocolate and cake are still in abundance. Twinkling lights still on the tree. Christmas cards are still falling from their allotted holder every time the door opens. We can't move on though. It is that strange vacuum between Christmas and New Year where things aren't quite celebratory and yet aren't yet quite back to normal.
It seems weirdly logical that the month following Halloween was once called 'Blood Month'.
By October, the chilly nights and crispy mornings indicate that winter is coming. Throughout history, it has been a time to prepare.
Apples have always been symbols of mysticism and love both in art and religion. But they are so much more than that.
It's strange to think how a sticky, sweet substance made by insects can wield so much power.
There were times during my childhood when we holidayed during the new school term, in September. It seemed to me, as an eight-year-old, that we were indulging in some kind of secret activity. In those days the holiday was in Wales, which still remains my favourite country.
Full moon in May means rice pudding in our house. It is the Buddhist festival of Wesak, or Buddha Day, and rice pudding symbolises Buddha's first meal following his Enlightenment, which was a sort of rice pudding.
Most weekends we have sausage toasties for breakfast. Other times we have bangers and mash or sausage casserole. And of course, the classic full English breakfast. Sausages. They are so terribly British.