Suffused with warmth
I've never seen Warwickshire as picturesque as today, driving throughout it househunting . With the air still locked on to the summer's temperature band, the trees are still mostly shy about shedding their leaves. Everywhere you look they are resplendent with countless hues of dazzling yellows, golden oranges, autumnal browns. England must be the most beautiful place in the world right now.
Its as if the huge artificial indoor sun, Olafur Eliasson's new art installation hanging in the east of the Turbine Hall at the Tate Modern, is casting its glow across the country. Or maybe its just that, for once, a beacon of positivity is blazing away within me, bathing me in its glow, leaving me suffused with warmth and beauty. (Wretch!)