The second summer of the pandemic has been the summer that the weather ceased being a safe topic. Although perhaps not thrilling, but the weather was often the source for a conversation that you could have with just about anyone. A kind of social glue. But this summer it got under our skin. The heat, the wild fires, and the flooding. Climate change.

I have such a longing for travel, but can’t see how it really would be responsible. At least yet.

Grief. So many people lost.

A way of living lost. The cinema, theatre, concerts, museums. An exchange of ideas.

So now that the restrictions in Sweden have eased, I’m trying to make the most of it. Who knows if we’ll be back on square one, later on this autumn? I’m so hungry for culture. Here are some of my autumn plans.

• The Ebb & Flow of Creativity: Equinox. I feel at a standstill. Even though the season normally feels so charged with positive change. Hope it reaches me.

• At The Cinematheque: Immemory. Films on the geography of memory. Duras, Tarkovskij, Malick and more.

• Life Drawing: Tango and Flamenco at The Royal Academy of Fine Arts.

• Art Museum: A Room of One´s Own – The Role of the Artist in the Late Nineteenth Century at Waldemarsudde.

• Music: Christina Grigoryants plays music by Rachmaninoff at Allhelgonakyrkan.

• In my Kitchen: Nigel Slater’s tomato tart with polenta and olive oil, and gooseberry fool.

• On my Radio: This Union: The Ghost Kingdoms of England. Ian Hislop tells the story of four great Anglo-Saxon Kingdoms of England, looking for traces of their legacy today.

• On my Balcony: This glorious rose, Rosa chinensis, is blooming for a second time this summer, after being rescued from a flower shop that sold it as a scruffy bargain.

• Weekend Projects: Taking my niece to an historical museum.