Remember when we used to walk about in shorts and T shirts? When the heat of the mid-day sun made us retreat to shady spots beneath the trees? When Peaches, Tomatoes, and Figs were there for the picking? When the sound of splashing and laughter in the pool was music to our ears? When butterflies landed on our arms, and wasps in the butter? And when the trees still had leaves?
Well it's only a few months away..... we just have to survive this bloody awful winter rubbish that's being thrown at us.
Our fields are squelchy wet, it's bloody cold, and the wretched tarpaulin covering the wood pile has sprung a leak.
So, for the moment we'll just have to rely on photos, memories, and our aspirations.
Patience Cro, patience!