Recycling that summer feeling

or perhaps hanging on to it, to the very last ray. 

Thelma and Roderick know only too well that the summer doesn't last forever. That a long, dark, damp winter awaits us. 

When they saw that the sunny spell might last more than 12 minutes, they hastily packed the folding camping chairs and flung them into the boot of the Corsa, grabbed the crosswords and the not-quite-finished Sunday papers and headed to the recycling park to enjoy those last few rays.