“Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.” Sonnet 18.
We all have a special kind of relationship to summer. Mine isn’t as positive as others; I burn easily as I mentioned before, the heat doesn’t sit well with me, and I will never have one of those ‘beach bodies’ people go on about – do you pick them up at Debenhams?
Either way, summer is elusive, even now in early July it’s slipping away. It’s getting cooler here- to the point where wearing a jumper isn’t an unusual thing.
Happy Sunday x