It isn’t unusual, of course. It’s quite normal in August to hear the first fanfare heralding the approach of autumn somewhere a little way over the horizon. And isn’t it just the way of things that we should get landed with the dregs of something or other tied up in a parcel with Damn Yankees written on it?
Sunday, 10 August 2014
A Gift from America.
Bit of a climate shock this evening. After about six weeks of balmy summer twilights, the temperature had dropped by a good 6° or 7° Celsius tonight. And the fall was all the more noticeable for being accompanied by a pretty stiff breeze, courtesy of us having the dregs of some damn Yankee hurricane make landfall here. In short, it felt autumnal.