As the last of the Autumn leaves fall and memories of London 2012 start to recede, various highlights will surely remain such as the unexpected tears of Sir Chris Hoy, perhaps. Or maybe the exhilaration of the Mobot moment.
What I can see is that this 'golden summer' that Cameron keeps calling it, will quickly become a 'golden era' that we look back on as a fabled time, while the legacy of this government ensures it doesn't happen again for quite some time.
I like to consider myself a bone-deep cynic in the finest traditions of this nation. Grumbling is the badge of all my tribe; a positive, life-affirming species of grumble, rich with undertones of bloody-minded satisfaction.