Midsummer

June 21st. Midsummers Day. James and I decided to go to the beach to celebrate the longest day of the year, and the middle of summer. We went to Bridlington. Guess what? It was cold, windy and....yes, raining. The beach was deserted (unsurprisingly). The donkeys on the beach looked really miserable and had no customers.

Despite the cheery pavement signs, it was not really what midsummer should be. Whatever happened to global warming? I notice it's usually referred to nowadays as 'climate change' - iel., nothing to do with getting warmer, and certainly England in June seems to be more and more of a washout.

We ended up going to an owl & birds of prey sanctuary - still in the rain. We were the only people there. Even the birds were surprised to see us!