In need of an Indian summer

How very English of me to blog on the weather. We’ve bitched, moaned and whinged our way through the most dreadful of Augusts in living memory. Kids have been sat indoors on their Playstations while parents despaired at their wasted summer holidays in the British Isles.

So last weekend came as nothing if not a blissful relief, as the cloudless sky which had been forecast, actually came true. Locals and tourists alike blew dust from their sunnies and blinked sun-spots from their eyes.

Never has the Wood gene been so lucky, as my brother and father rocked up from the South East for a weekend visit, only to wonder if the weather in Cornwall is always so lovely. Ha!

We were in the sea 3 times on Saturday and twice on Sunday, sampled some Cornish folk music at the Ring’o’Bells in St Issy, and as they wended their weary way home on Sunday, no sooner were they over the Tamar, it started to rain again.

Our hopes that we would be able to fill up on vitamin D before the winter sets in once again were dashed as quickly as they were raised. As a sufferer from SAD this is a big deal to me. Predictions that depression will increase become ever more real as we stare out of office windows for any break in the cloud.

My advice? Take lots of photos on the sunny days and look at them frequently; listen to Mungo Jerry’s In The Summertime on repeat; buy a sturdy winter coat, and when the sunshine comes again next May and June, lets not marvel at ‘what a nice spring we’re having’. Book 4 weeks off work then and there and enjoy your summer 2009.