So long summer, you were sweet but as ever too short. Although it’s only August our British toes haven’t been brave enough to Birkenstock sans socks for weeks, so we feel comfortable declaring silly season officially over. Soon we’ll be shivering at the bus stop, fingers so glacial that even our iPhone’s recoil at our touch. It was during last years descent into street-lit mornings and sleeted strolls to the studio that we began experimenting with hot drinks and cinnamon. We’ve tried it every which way, but when winter comes calling this is the brew guaranteed to get you through.