This afternoon I was walking my dog around the waters edge. The wind was bitter howling around my face and then..
…all of a sudden I came across a sun trap, the wind died totally and I felt the warmth of the winter sun warming my cold face
I love the sun, I am that sad, I will cross to the sunny side of the street on every occasion. I stand with my face in the warm glow of the sun whenever I can
I love. ..no need the warmth of the sun as often as I can
Yes, I believe this just means i am English. In England we are sun starved and crave it as an addict craves drugs. ..now, where’s that sun?
The weather in the UK is perfect, high temperatures, blue sky, not a cloud to be seen.
There is something extra special when we have good weather, because it’s rare compared to our European cousin’s and what feels like the rest of the world . When the sky is blue , people smile, take to the parks, out comes the bbq, ice cream and shorts.
We are a country rationed of pure blue sky and high temperatures and easily become akin to a kind of
lizard mentality when, on rare occasion the sum does appear. .., right , off to bask at the sun before it goes….