It finally seems as though summer has arrived after three long months of grey skies, rain and flooding. Greenwich shimmered this morning, bird's sang and people smiled.
What a difference the weather makes. This morning was the first morning in weeks that I have bothered to sit on the open deck and take in the sights and smells. I had been huddled away inside the boat with a paper and a warm coffee. This morning I reclined on the deck taking in huge nasal gulps of river air and all the light my pores could consume.
I feel a huge sense of excitment and anticpation. Like something wonderful is just about to happen.
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Don't you think it's a shame our moods are so dictated by the weather? I put it down to deep-rooted social conformity, and weather men ("it's going to be miserable today" they say, when it isn't, it's going to be raining). Spend a month in the desert and you'll dance with joy if it rains - it is not inherently miserable. Children love the rain as much as the sun, and we were all children once, so what happened.
Sorry, Ian, I know your sentiment was one of joy, but weather-dependent joy gets my goat warbling.
Don't get me wrong; I love all types of weather, but there comes a point when it has to change.
There's a time and a place for every type of weather and today it was the time for sun.
bollocks - rain is shit. FACT!
and don't let anyone tell you otherwise
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