aryanhwy | not the summer you're looking for

Sunday night I put the flannel sheets back on the bed. Yesterday I (vainly) turned the heat back on in my office. It's hovering around 13C and rainy. I remember my first summer in the Netherlands; we arrived at the end of August, so I had no idea what was in store for me the next year, and it was lovely and pleasant and nice and then all of a sudden it was November and I realized I was still waiting for real summer to happen, and it wasn't going to and it was crushing.

Now, I knew not to expect much, moving to the north of England, but...still. I've been told that this has been an unusually cold summer -- we had a glorious week, sunny and around 25-27C without any rain, the week after Easter, but that seems to have been a fluke. Then I went to Lincoln at the end of June and was shocked when suddenly it was 30C and humid (I would've packed differently had I known...) but by the time we made it back to Durham a huge storm had gone through and the weather turned. A week and a half later in Leeds we had a deluge of Biblical proportions during lunch one day (appropriately, the day of various sessions on the apocalypse), and it hasn't really warmed up at all since.

Yesterday and today have been the first days in awhile where it's actually been raining when we went out in the morning, but I am definitely feeling the lack of proper summer!