Oh, I love November: it's like the whole country is bracing itself for the oncoming assault of winter. There's a steely resolve in the goose-egg grey of the sky, the trees send out an almost imperceptible shiver: and there's an unseen cape of fallen leaves trailing behind my train as it slices the still air on its way back to London. As the weather flexes its muscles, the countryside tightens its fists: I'll say it again- I love November.