Last day of August, are you girls as sad as me? I am such a summer girl, I dream and physically ache for the warmer months of the year. June comes slowly, breaks the grey and then suddenly, the days start slipping by so quickly. I try to catch each one and savour them along the way, but before I know it the 31st jumps out at me and I wonder where my favourite season went. This summer was jam-packed, plenty of beaches, pools and dozens of suitcases full of clothes that saw me through adventures in Spain, Italy and France too. It was a great one but I tend to get emotional when anything great ends, especially a summer. And, while I am certainly not ready to bid farewell to summer, I am too distracted planning my busiest month; September in Paris is going to be so full of work. I’m a little nervous, but until my flight to France next week, I am getting down to enjoying my last few days by the beautiful sea.