The British Summer
Jul. 18th, 2012 11:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloIt carries on raining. I'm not complaining, just observing. Rain is what you sign up for when you agree be born in Britain. It's why the countryside is green not brown. The rain may be heavier than usual this year but let's not pretend it's an aberration. We like to tell ourselves things were better when we were young, but they weren't. When I was a kid we used to take jig-saw puzzles with us on our seaside holidays because we could count on there being days when we wouldn't want to set foot outside. If we did venture down to the beach we wore things called windcheaters; the name speaks for itself.
Really sunny summers- like the summer of '76- stand out because they were extraordinary. The Edwardians may have enjoyed golden summers, but we mid-century people rarely did.
The gastropods like these conditions. When I go out in the morning I have to pick my way carefully to avoid treading on them. I put out lettuce for the rabbits to eat and the slugs swarm all over it.
Really sunny summers- like the summer of '76- stand out because they were extraordinary. The Edwardians may have enjoyed golden summers, but we mid-century people rarely did.
The gastropods like these conditions. When I go out in the morning I have to pick my way carefully to avoid treading on them. I put out lettuce for the rabbits to eat and the slugs swarm all over it.
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