Driving to work this morning: the sun was warm, and the sky blue. Leaving the office at lunch time: the car was hot, and I zoomed along with the windows down.* “Lovely,” I thought, “why not go to the beach?”
So, I popped down to the seafront, and sat down on the beach with my sandwiches.
And, as soon as I did, the heavens opened. It pissed down.
It’s not quite summer yet.
* and with a Herman Düne album on the stereo.