"Let's have a group hug for the beginning of Summer"
Today, although largely still hungover from the 4 day weekend Jesus gave me, and the first signs of a cold looming, I still mananged to, ID-less, totter over to the mash tun with a few friends, stolen aviators and a folk band loudly playing opposite the church, to divulge into some much needed Summer loving time. In April.
Yes, it's only the real beginning of Spring and if this lush weather continues then it's most likely it will piss it down at Glastonbury and Summer will be cut short in July. But today was merry and here's a few summer-esque pictures making me decide I'm going back blonde, getting out my high waisted denim shorts (in grey, dark denim and a light blue) and am going to start smoking roll ups again, as it's less likely my fingers will freeze trying to roll and the baccy will no longer only hit the skin before the gusts of winds - courtesy of Brighton - will blow it into abyss.
Happy days.
