I am in agreement with Furious Gopher about the "end of summer". As our tans fade and the North wind grows chilly, as the days shorten and we pile on the winter lbs, this is the beginning of the dark time; we lament the summer sun for another 6 months.
It's enough to make anyone wonder why we still live on this cursed island -it's not that I hate winter, as such. I like being with my family at Christmas, I like the girls with tinsel in their hair, I like mulled wine and open fires and crisp white snow as much as the next man, but I hate the dark and I hate the cold and both of these things dominate my winter experience from about mid October to mid March.
Maybe I should move.