Every winter I tend to forget that summer exists. I mean, I remember that it exists in theory... but it just seems easier to pretend that winter is all there is. I just put my head down and get on with things.
But when summer comes back around I remember how glorious it is and I wonder how I could have ever put it out of my mind.
John and I spent Sunday in Greenwich Park sipping fizzy drinks, eating ice cream and soaking up the sun. I have a stripy sunburn on my back now but that's pretty typical for me.
Three cheers for summer!