October comes with rain whipping around the ankles / In waves of white at night

Autumn is definitely here. Not the lingering, warm Autumn of early September, but the damp, wet Autumn that points with trembling finger towards Hallowe’en and the first chill winds of Winter. For me, September has been one of reading tales by Algernon Blackwood that seem to anticipate this change of weather: of islands of willows on the Danube, of remote Canadian wilderness, of ghostly monasteries. I’ve also enjoyed reading Thistlebone by T. C. Eglington and Simon Davis. In the background of my September life has been The Advisory Circle, Pye Corner Audio, Boards of Canada and (more upbeat) Stereolab.