Even the English are complaining about how cold it is for summer. There’s flooding in England, just as there’s been in Australia recently. Ian and I are lucky if we get enough dry weather to get a game of tennis in.
But I don’t mind. Perhaps it’s because I’m happy to be a hermit in my house working on editing projects, and rain outside suits obsessive productivity.
Perhaps it’s because it makes me more of a night creature, and summer in Cambridge is good for that, what with all the garden parties and May Balls (don’t ask me why they’re in June).
I don’t think you can tell, but it was pouring with rain when I took this photo of fireworks over King’s College – we were all huddled under an bar’s awning with our jackets on.
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