This weekend has been strange again. After a few days of brilliant June sunshine last week, we returned to grey skies and rain with a nippy cold wind to go with it. On Saturday when we were trying to sell some things at a small street market, there was a massive thunderstorm and pelting rain.
Today, Sunday, was the annual sushi party that my friend Tiffany has in a lovely house with a garden and a swimming pool. But…..after a morning with blue sky, the afternoon went back to grey and although it didn’t rain, that little chilly wind was blowing straight through the terrace.  Even I had no intention of braving the swimming pool.

It is very familiar to me. The cautious planning of any outdoor activity is normal in Britain. It is automatic to include alternative plans if it rains. But here it really isn’t the usual weather pattern in June.  I wonder why everyone I see in the street, huddled under umbrellas or wrapped up warm in jackets, isn’t gazing questioningly up into the sky. But they seem to just bow down and get on with it. I am the one asking ‘Why?’

Experts are predicting a wet July as well. Mmmmm…..glad that I’ll be heading north all the way up to Scotland for the summer.