It's Summer-Holiday weather. Not the kind of blistering skies that got Cliff singing from the driving seat of a 1960s Routemaster bus. Neither is it the torrential downpour of days gone by, where we'd sit munching sandwiches in the car, watching rain hammer into the concrete of a seaside car park.
Nope, it's somewhere in between the two - bright and cold, overcast and sunny, flecks of rain in the air... but not really enough to shout about. It is summer-holiday weather... the kind of day when you were just at home, the cricket was on and there was very little to do, other than annoy your little sister by balancing a row of her My Little Ponies on top of the video-bookcase.
This rather nostalgic weather has got me thinking about holidays. Cuba is off, now that that same little sister is having a baby this Autumn, instead of jetting across the Atlantic. Plus, I can't really afford to go to Cuba anyway.
So instead, I think I'm going to book a city break to Edinburgh and spend two days exploring the city.
Then it occurred to me - I could do a grand tour of all the capitals! Edinburgh first, then Cardiff and Belfast and Dublin and... oh... yeah, London. Hmmm. Maybe London last. Oh and not all at once! Golly. No, through the course of a year or so. What a way to see the British Isles! What a way to have a sort of national... international... adventure!
I can certainly daydream, sitting here by the window, watching the green trees sway in the gentlest of breezes. In fact, sometimes I think daydreaming is pretty much all I do.
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