I do remember summers in the past. It just feels like we haven’t had one in years. Not too long ago I was telling you how cold it was. Then, suddenly, woosh- summer. Days of sunshine and heat. Bare legs and arms. Factor 50+. A deckchair in the shade. An excuse to abandon all pretense at housework. The time to start reading The Hunger Games trilogy.
What do you mean there are plenty of other things to do?
This could be it for us, these few days could be the whole of the summer; we need to make the time to enjoy it.
We were in Donegal at the weekend. It’s wonderful to be reminded that, underneath the clouds and the mizzle, is the Ireland of the picture postcards. Around every corner, along every bend in the road, there is a view to drop the jaw. The colours were vibrant and deep. Indigos and all shades of green replaced the greys and browns and sludges. Dazzling sun, sparkly water and bleached out scenes. And we were there.
That impulsive, totally ridiculous caravan buying? The best idea we’ve had.