Autumn is such an untrustworthy, deceptive season: one minute the sky is blue, the next I’m desperately trying to get out of the torrential rain. This can certainly put a dampener on my daily trundles. However, I think I now have a new favourite way to explore: say I’m out and about and it suddenly starts absolutely chucking it down. I simply get on the first bus I can. I might not know where it’s going, or how I’ll get home, but at least I will keep my powerchair dry. Using this method I have been taken to completely new, unexplored areas of London. A few days ago, for instance, I came across a pretty little park the other side of Eltham which I didn’t know about. Perhaps autumn won’t be so bad after all.