The London sun is fading as I grow old... and just like Justin Hayward sang in Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds, the birds are flying south across the Autumn sky.
I know it's Autumn, 'cause I'm already sweeping up leaves that have fallen from the trees. the blackberries have been and gone. The skies above my east London house have fallen silent with the departure of the swifts. And, I'm tryting to find my bike…