It's been an odd Summer so far. We think of June, July, and August, as the peak period for good weather, but this year it's been all over the place. I can't remember the last time I had a swim, and the pool's water is now below 20 C. We feel rather sorry for those holiday-makers who are paying a fortune for Gites with pools.
Yesterday morning I awoke to rain; in fact it had started just after 2 am, and didn't stop. I don't dislike rain, but when it continues like this, day after day, I am prevented from doing any necessary outdoor work. Haddock's is already awash with weeds, so I'm simply leaving it that way. Billy needs at least two long walks a day, and walking in the rain is not my bag.
Long dark damp days are depressing. We've watched some weightlifting, and even some 'speed climbing' on TV, but one ends-up thinking 'what on earth am I doing watching this rubbish!'.
Temperatures may rise above 25 C again in about a week's time, but by then we will already be a third of the way through August.
A couple of weeks ago I was getting up in the mornings to beautiful warm weather; then, barefooted and with just a pair of shorts, I was out there before breakfast cleaning the pool ready for the day's use. It felt wonderful.
At my age I want to feel as if I'm on permanent holiday, with just a few daily tasks thrown in, instead of which I feel like I'm in prison. Sunshine makes one forget about Covid; rain does nothing but remind us.
Having said all the above, I'm hoping to go to an al fresco restaurant tonight; so my fingers are crossed for a pleasant, warm, and dry, evening.