So where did the summer go as June faded into storms and the May heat left the ground beneath our feet? With solid shoes, a coat and scarf I went down to the sea the first clear morning after midsummer and captured the mood.
A few days later the evening sky at home showed no compassion for us requiring warmth so we could eat comfortably outside.
I bounced along the cliffs west of charmouth where old fashioned fields with a wild sward of healthy grasses abound with colourful butterflies and tiny creatures loving the weather.
And larger beasts too cuddled up against the thicket hedges: but the sky was milky with wet and we are now in July hoping the sun will shine as lockdown is still with us though somewhat less strict than in the heat of May.
Happy days nevertheless as the unpredictable seasons must be appreciated.