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.

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?

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