Passing a bar with a member of staff dressed as Father Christmas standing at the entrance. Further west a pub A-board displays the current dish on offer, commencing with the words ‘Warm Up’. A mild evening in mid-September…Like children impatient for Christmas (Day), the cultural feeding frenzy to open the proverbial advent calendar goes into overdrive with indecent haste. The ‘timeless organic transformation’ of seasons now trampled underfoot in the headlong rush for a loaded future.