Second Summer

I was concerned that we had had our Summer. That lovely week in April was a hint at glorious possibilities. And then, in a breath, it was gone.

Okay. Perhaps in a gale!

And now it’s back. And in true Scots mood I would say it’s almost too hot. But I was stuck inside for most of it. Working.

But a dog walk tonight and then a Dr Who catch up accompanied by a fine Chianti, made up for the trouble.

Roll on the Summer!