That’ll be summer gone then. After a week of lunchtimes spent basking in a carpark under a vivid cerulean sky, I’m sat here shivering while the lady on the TV tells me it might snow again in a bit. Thankfully, if that really was the best we can expect from British Summer Time (and can someone please get the comedy genius who decided on that name a knighthood*), then at least I have a small reminder of it in the form of this very sunny record that easily distracts from the fact that it’s perishing cold outside.

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