Surely my memories of warm, languid holiday weather has not been misplaced?
So why, dear August have we had to light the fire?
Oh August, you have, I have to admit, teased us with the odd warm day, delicious and welcome.
Or delighted us with clear blue (decidedly autumnal) skies.
And amazed us with stupendous sunsets.
Yesterday you invited us to play outside,
so we did.
Paint pots and brushes and mugs of tea at the ready....
then and the crucial moment - you let it rain.
August, I am sure I heard you snigger.
Bad form August.