British summers are funny.
One day rain, one day sunshine, one day gales and now even hail stones.
When I think back to being young and eight weeks of school holidays began, the sun seemed to shine for so much longer. Warm days spent beck jumping, climbing trees, building dens with friends and going on bike rides with my sister and mum. Leaving the house early doors and returning home when the sun was just starting to go down... good memories.
Now as the rain continues to pour, and the flower heads soak up the large drops from the sky, our summers seem shorter and shorter and signs of the autumnal season starts to creep in.
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