At the end of May there’s a bank holiday weekend in the UK. Last year our little household decamped for a long weekend to Gweedore, Co Donegal. The sun shone and it was warm, the first time I’d been there for events like those since 1977. (Only a slight exaggeration…)
I had breakfast sitting at the back, looking at Errigal. We had tea at the side decking, with no wind even to brave, looking at the sea. We walked and paddled, and batted balls about. We made big turf fires and drank wine. We splashed and built sandcastles. Spurs Fan finally began to see why I’d been dragging him to Gweedore all this time- he’d mostly had the rain before. Weeks of it. For years.
This year we didn’t go away for the bank holiday, just muddled round the house together eating buns, and visited an outlet shopping centre, where some JLS and Justin Bieber merchandise fell into small hands. I’d have loved to have been at a beach sometime this weekend, but we made the right decision.
This year, for the end of May bank holiday, we had hailstones.
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