I don't know about anyone else but I am officially over summer, or what passes for summer around these parts. I long to live somewhere with distinct seasons - where come June I can put my boots and sweaters away until at least the end of September.
We can't plan for any outdoors activity here with any real hope that the weather will play ball. Just the other day I phoned S from the train station in Belfast to see if he wanted to meet me at the park with the dogs because the sun was out and the sky was blue only to arrive in Bangor 30 minutes later to be greeted with grey skies and rain!! The unpredictable appearance of the sun here necessitates me bringing both umbrella and sunglasses everywhere I go - just in case. I could leave my coat at home some days only for the heavens to open 20 minutes later. Aggh. Of course, the other side of the whinging coin is that while we Irish complain non-stop about our rubbish weather at least we don't need to worry about our homes being hit by tornadoes, hurricanes or earthquakes. Yes, we're pretty safe from weather extremes, I suppose.
Anyway, I've noticed a definite shortening to the days already and I can't help but look forward to winter when at least I can leave my sunglasses at home and replace them with gloves instead. With that in mind, this Twisty Town seemed appropriate - I did this a while ago just after Rosy Reflections which was all about summer heat and this made me nostalgic for the cold, frosty winter breaks S and I have take for the last few years. Roll on winter, I say, you know where you are with an Irish winter and I for one am looking forward to complaining about the snow instead!