Only my fellow
inmates residents of Britain will fully appreciate just how pleasurable this sight was at the weekend …
After six, maybe eight, weeks of sodden, sullen weather that would have counted as miserable in the Autumn, let alone being fit for June and July, Summer finally decided to put in an appearance over the weekend.
Five plus hours on the beach. Result: a moderately sunburned back of the neck. Normally, I’d be cursing my stupidity, but this time my response is pretty much: ‘Thank you! At last!’.
I just wanted to record here my pleasure at this turn of atmospheric evenets, and my lingering, unresolved bitterness at how long it’s taken to get here. If I’m not going to get a glimpse of the Summer sun until late July, that – imho – does not count as adequate compensation for the 7 hours of daylight, drizzle and gales which I am required to put up with during the non-Summer months of the year. That is all. Moan over.