The heatwave of the summer has faded into sun-soaked memory and we've entered the season of mists, mellow fruitfulness and howling gales with human names.

So as storm Bronagh/Callum/Deirdre/Etc rages, why not pop on your chunky knitwear, cosy up with a mug of hot cider and test your knowledge of autumn?

See you after Wyn.