View from

my table while I eat my tea.

A month ago at this time of an evening the sun would beat mercilessly through the (usually open) door, almost forcing me away from my favourite seat looking out into the garden.
The angle has gone now, and so has much of the power that promises so much yet nearly always fails to deliver the extended heatwave we all apparently remember in 19seventysomething.

Move on we must though, so I will enjoy whatever we have left and dress for the weather