September and October, my two favourite months. The months of in-between. Warm, yet on the edge of being chilly. Sunny, yet with sprinkles of rain. Light, yet dark. Hopeful, yet melancholic. A new start, yet coming to an end. So we fill it with rich stews and grilled peaches; red wine and light beers; walks in the sun and books in front of the fire; thick sweaters and bare-legged - all the in-betweens. The other day, when both…