Alternately: Every channel, nothing but clouds...
I don't want to come over all whine-blogging, or all complain-a-blog, but it's the end of May, and it seems like there's been no real sun since 1967. I mean this may have real implications for the state of the nation- where now for leather on willow- where now for the erotic frisson received by a country vicar as he heaves himself into the saddle of a 1932 sit-up-and-beg before setting of in his lightest and most nylon based of summer cassocks? None of these things, I say none of these things are possible without at least the wateriest of here we go gathering, here we go gathering nuts in May sunshine!
Still, can at least take heart from the most recent weather forecast...
Damp, and
Breezes
-Bluecupboard (Wearing a scarf and a Horsey Blanket)
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