A hard rain

I know it's just nostalgia and in reality our childhood Summers were never actually month upon month of cloudless blue skies as the sun beat down on our kickabouts and we didn't always play games of cricket in the street until it got dark on boiling hot evenings. But surely we did used to have some sort of Summer. For those of us who feel reinvigorated by a few sunny days strung together (yes, ok, it's not supposed to be good for us) this Summer has been a bloody disaster, and the consequences for those who make their living out of tourism in our coastal resorts, possibly terminal disaster. Not even a glorious Summer's day for our last Bank Holiday of the year. Depressing.