In an unexpected plot twist summer has arrived, albeit in an often dull and blustery fashion. Along with that come the baffled cruise passengers who hardly set foot in the village before being bussed off to the capital city to get fleeced by whatever red hot tourist spot they're dropped into. I don't envy them the pain of it all, the fudged history, the tartan tat and the uneven pavements. Meanwhile all local roads are blocked off by sets of marauding alien traffic lights let loose by the Russians and determined to choke and harass any unwanted transport whilst unpopular building works progress and budget midweek weddings and funerals run amok. Good times!
Random summer observations:
Those accidental phone photos of your feet as you cross the cobbles.
Waiting for a fresh brew of coffee while standing in line with six hefty cyclists in their sweaty lycra outfits.
Looking up into the clouds and trying to predict when they might part in biblical fashion to reveal a watery sun so you can sit down and enjoy it's glow for a few minutes.
Yesterday's litter still strewn across some bumpy car park awaiting the arrival of a pack of crows currently distracted by the activity at the drive through.
Anticipating the walking directions of oncoming elderly pedestrians in order to avoid a collision.
Wedged open pub doorways that are somehow quite unwelcoming.
Never being really clear how much an ice cream will cost and how much extra a 99 might be.
Noisy school leavers in their 2022 sweat tops simulating the movements of a family of apes, swigging Monster but unsure what direction to run in and quite who to shout at.
A couple upstairs in a busy bus who decide it's OK to sit separately on both the left and right front seats.
Trying to enter the chip shop but there's a wall of Just Eat and Deliveroo carry bags and there are angry voices rising from behind it.
Any news website trying to make sense of the shit show that is British politics. FFS.
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