I have a friend who I saw recently in Haifa, who tells me that what she misses most about England are the autumn leaves. I know what she means. Coming back from a week in Haifa, visiting the grave of the mystic Isaac Luria in Sfat
swimming in the Haifa sea, and generally catching up with family and friends, nothing prepares you on your return for the metamorphosis into the sheer orange glory of a Salfordian autumn.
This, together with the first Christmas rehearsal of the Salford Symphony Orchestra on Bonfire Night
and the explosion of jubilation at the Obama win, heralds a new era maybe ....