Don’t know about you, but for Midsummer it’s cold and I feel really cold. I Pegged the washing on the line in double quick time. Oh yes, it was dry, for a couple of hours with a winter feel easterly wind, just enough blow for me to cope with and just enough blow to get some of the wet out of the wash. By lunch time there were fine droplets of rain; not enough wet though, to unpeg the laundry. I left it where it was.
It was bound to be cold, because the sheep have been sheared over the last two days. There’s always a drop in temperature when the woolly coats come off. Also, it was bound to be cold because I decided get out some summery clothes to wear and leave the heavier tops and trousers to hang in the cupboard.
There’s the same perversity with the sideshows, (a little fair with rides) which shows up twice a year. Without fail, if it isn’t dull and raining before the stalls pitch up, it sure will be once they are, and there’ll be little chance of positive change till the fair departs.
According to the official weather people, there was supposed to be a high of 11 degrees Celsius at the top of the day today. That would take some believing. Some nights this week temperatures were low, down at 4 degrees Celsius; not sure where tonight’s are plummeting to.