It’s not often that a casual conversation in the park gives rise to a quote from Keats. It happened to me today in Rickerby Park, Carlisle. The sun was out and it was a beautiful autumn day, I chatted with a number of people and a gentleman of three score years and ten said to me “Tis the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” and, Reader it made me smile through and through. I know his age because he told me.