So here we are, the third week of July and so far supposedly the soggiest summer on record, the wettest drout. If we took ourselves back to the beginning of April and the start of the hosepipe bans, we would shout "be careful what you wish for!" from the rooftops.....and I would shout it again now.
I crave blue skies, indeed my ideal life would include a base somewhere in warmer climes, but how long before whispers of "it's too hot, too dry" will be heard floating through the heat haze? Let's hope we have those lovely languid summer days but with a useful amount of rain from time to time while we sleep.
This picture captures a quintessential Oxfordshire summer sky studded with flat bottomed puff ball clouds, guaranteed to make me smile. I do hope the weatherwatchers are right,a bit of real summer would lift us all. The prospect of long lazy evenings outside with the sunset then under the stars is delicious.
Tonight, the precursor, didn't quite cut it, I scampered home after not much more than half an hour in the too fresh night air armed only with a cotton jacket - well there were other clothes too, just not enough layers! It was good though, to spend even just a short time out on the terrace of one of my favourite watering holes with my daughter and some friends, a taste of things to come? I certainly hope so!
It's Friday night, the rest of the weekend beckons, a barbecue summer is round the corner, the jet stream is moving just in time for the Olumpics, extraordinary!....here's to good times.
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