By Katya Witney
September is a weird month. It still clings to the last dregs of summer while being pulled against its will into the autumn.
People wander around defiantly jacket-less, shivering but refusing to carry one around; schools re-open and take with them that prime-time viewing spot.
Cricket desperately tries to extend the summer warmth, entering the sixth month of the season as the nights start to creep in.
For the women’s domestic calendar, September is subdued.
With The Hundred lights extinguished for another year, the Rachael Heyhoe Flint is jolted back from slumber to gently …
