Mike Gould

It's funny when a number of aspects of life come together at the same point in time. It can have the benefit - and sometimes the disadvantage - of creating meaning where before there was none. So, this week it feels like we're in the grip of Autumn - gales, sudden heavy rain, then glorious sun and golden leaves. It's all a bit of a cliche really. But after last week's blog in which I dwelt on the death of fellow writer Alan Gibbons' son, autumn takes on new meaning. I visited