Weather, it's a fickle thing, isn't it. After a couple of rather glorious weeks of actual sunshine, less rain and signs of warmth, I was prepared for spring. I even managed to sneak in a lovely evening at the beach. Alas no, I think Spring is already over. My usual pleasant 20 minute walk to work yesterday felt like I was battling my way across the Artic. Wind, rain and upturned umbrellas. Now, I'm sure if any Northerners read this, they will be tutting at their computer screens, but I am Southern. And yes, I do need to man up! Or maybe just invest in some thermal underwear... But it's April and I'm sitting in what feels like a ice chamber in 3 layers, freezing my little Southern socks off. Although that late evening glimmer of sunshine does look beautiful, shame it's so deceiving. I'll give it 10 minutes until the next shower.
Maybe planning an essay on the notion of cultural memory will whisk me away to thoughts of sunnier climates...
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