This weekend, here in London, we had a solid
tap on the right shoulder from our unreliable friend, Summer.
It wasn’t that everyone suddenly put on
flimsy frocks and flip flops.
To tell the truth, people have put their
thick jumpers and boots to the back of the wardrobe when May slinks into June.
This Summer. It is a season. after spring and before autumn.It is a fact.
They may tie a cardigan around their
waists. They may have an umbrella in their jacket pocket. They may have
raincoat crushed at the bottom of their shopping bag. There are still dark
trousers and men going to work still wear suits. But there are lots of flowery
blouses and lace dresses. The tights get ditched along with thick socks and
there are a mass of little pumps and open toe shoes.
This weekend I have been on buses as I went
to swim in various cold water lidos. I notched up Parliament Hill, Tooting Bec
and Brockwell Park. And as I traveled on the 37, the 314, and the 93 double
decker red buses, I passed all these people romping on the grass of Wandsworth and
Clapham Commons. Hampstead Heath, The
Tooting Bec Fields.
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| Parliament Hill Lido |
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| friends - A &B - at the Bockwell Lido |
They played soccer and cricket, they walked
their dogs, they sat and had pic-nics, they did yoga, they lay back and read
books.
Many houses in London are now split into
flats and there isn’t always a garden to go to through your back door. So
people share the big open spaces with dogs, balls, Frisbees, cricket bats,
bicycles and each other. All out in the
August sun.
Summer, you unreliable friend... all is
forgiven.
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