It was around this time, up until a few short years ago, that I would start digging out travel brochures in the hope of finding a warm corner of the globe I could escape to for a burst of winter sunshine. I'd talk my then boyfriend, now husband, into a trip away with me, although sometimes he'd be left at home, minding the house while I'd fly away with my friends.
I loved it, because it meant that from mid-October, when the temperatures drop as quickly as the autumnal leaves, I had that week-long trip to focus on, shining bright like a beacon on the horizon, instead of feeling stifled by the seemingly endless dark and dreary nights.
Those far flung holidays mostly stopped when the kids came along and the demands of school kept us tied to their academic calendar. But still, I'd try to go somewhere for a weekend, a destination closer to home, just for a change of scenery. Maybe a scoot to London or Paris, Barcelona or Madrid, to take in the sights, do a bit of window shopping and marvel at how effortlessly sophisticated our European cousins can be. What I wouldn't give to be planning one of those little escapes right now.
It seems like I'm not the only one with thoughts of a week away on the mind. The gossip pages have been full of stories of this or that celebrity taking a trip to somewhere hot - and a veritable army of photographers must be following them, given how many pictures we're being bombarded with of them in shorts and itsy bitsy bikinis.
Maybe it's just because I'm so very envious that these photos appear to be in larger numbers than ever. One that stood out for me amongst the many though, were the pictures of TV and radio presenter Melanie Sykes who had headed off with a female pal to enjoy the beautiful City of Bridges, Venice.
Anyone who has ever been lucky enough to visit there will know two things: firstly, it truly is one of the most romantic and stunning places in the world, with its incredible canals and a history that goes back thousands of years and, secondly, that you might need to take out the equivalent of a second mortgage to be able to afford to stay and eat more than a night or two.
Mel and her friend started the week doing something many travellers before her have done on arrival, stepping on to a gondola for a tour of the canals and the 400 odd bridges. But when her watery excursion was over, Mel went on to have a holiday fling with the handsome gondolier for the entire six-day duration of her stay.
Mel celebrated her 50th birthday this year and there was an outcry in certain publications that she dared to date this young Italian man who, at 23, is less than half her age and only a few years older than her sons.
Personally, I don't think I could see anyone that much younger than me as attractive in that way. I'd be more likely to want to give him a good feed and check he was wearing dry socks but given that they're both adults, I would never dare to question either of their choices in terms of a partner. Plus, she's absolutely gorgeous, so I was unsurprised to see photos of this young man looking like his lottery ticket had come up trumps.
There'll always be people who raise an eyebrow when confronted with what's termed a May to December relationship, a phrase I've always loathed as it suggests the older party is nearing the end of their own personal calendar.
But if a holiday romance brings happiness in such weird and wonderful times to both parties, surely that can only be a good thing?