1st June is the start of summer so far as I am concerned.
I know this makes me an apostate from the Church of Skeggy and whilst I yield to no-one in my respect and admiration for said Lincolnshire gentleman, I cannot deny what is my heartfelt belief.
Another beautiful Devon day here, we are so lucky in the Southwest not to get the shitty weather that arrives usually north of Bristol.
The number of times were sat in the back garden short sleeve order and my daughter rings from Yorkshire with tales of grey skies and rain.