Cold

goodbye october

"Went for eggs into the Coombe, and to the bakers; a hail shower; brought home large burthens of sticks, a starlight evening, the sky closed in, and the ground white with snow before we went to bed."
Dorothy Wordsworth

Ah! October is gone, a sad occasion. At what other time of year does one have the opportunity to write a capital O so frequently?

It's autumn proper now. Are you all wrapped up? If not, come in, come in, there's space by the fire for everyone. As you rest your feet on the hearth, we'll regale you with a fascinating story - Thomas Joshua Cooper, a photographer who's made trips to both the North and South Poles, tells us about his work. Feel the sea mist roll in as you listen.Tropic Of Clyde this week is set in the foyer of a gentlemen's club on a bitter winter afternoon. But don't worry, it's warm inside. And if by then your toes haven't thawed, curl up and listen to our wonderful playlist - the ice queen Nico and a song about a lost jumper amongst the highlights. David and Rosie's tender voices will give you a good rub down, and the doubly-disembodied Sean will lull you to sleep.

And remember, before you nod off, get in touch on our blog or our Facebook page. Theme for next time: Food and Drink.

Posted at 20:32, 1st November 2010