We mark it with a fantastically disruptive street fair, right in the middle of town, on the first two working days of September, under the yellowing plane trees and among the fading hanging baskets.
I tend to visit in my lunch hour and usually I play the Supa Froggit Game, but over the years the endless malleting of the rubber frogs have degraded them first to leglessness, then unrecognisability, and this year I guess they had gone beyond the pale. So I played Poo in the loo (above) instead. I won an emoji poo, which felt very 2016. The kitten loves it.
As is often the case, the work of the year has come tumbling in with a crash. Summer is over, and real life begins, with all the tragedy and difficulty that entails. Farewell summer, sing it out, the Colourfield.