Cinquecento

Casting around for a rainy-day blip, I found this old postcard - which I'd sent back to the office from this summer's holiday.

It had seemed an appropriate choice. After all, the person I'd sent it to had (many years ago) been one of five mohican-adorned punks who'd toured round Wales in a Fiat Cinquecento. There are some things you'd pay good money to have seen.

Sitting here on a rainy day at the end of November, summer seems both very distant, and at the same time, like it was only yesterday.