October has been a fairly strange time this year, when the clocks go back to me it is a time which to me is so specific, so clear in my mind is a familiar feeling of time and place, that each year I visit this same forgotten childhood feeling, and I find everything exactly how I left it.

The way it gets dark one hour earlier, I think it must shock me. The onset of night time comes without resistance, and I am left with a slightly hollow feeling, as if the entire day never happened. A nostalgic daze of bonfire nights, woodland walks, singing 'autumn days' at school, and the slowly uncoiling memories of times long slipped away. The dawning realization that times past will never return, poetically as the sun sets ever more rapidly each day.