Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind,

Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.

W.B. Yeats from The Land of Heart's Desire

Oh, how I love to let his words wash over me. I think if ever I were granted the wish to write like another, I would choose W.B.Yeats.

Today, June 22nd. The day after the summer solstice. Summer? I had planned a sunshine picnic. Instead, we have rain and wind. Alfie, Ripple, Serena and I were blown across the forest.

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It was completely exhilarating.

I was going to say, we went out when most sane and sensible people stayed inside, wrapped up against the elements.

On second thoughts, WE are the sane ones!

Hey, ho the wind and the rain

Guess what the weather's doing today? Here's a little clue: I'm not wearing a bikini and a sun hat.

Feste's song from Twelfth Night, sung by the incomparable Alfred Deller. That's what the title says. (Alfred Deller is certainly incomparable but I've always been in two minds about counter-tenors. They sound somehow unnatural.)

Beautiful song anyway.

I just came across a website called 'English at home' which has a page entitled 'Talking about the weather in English'

It begins 'British people often start a conversation with strangers and friends by talking about the weather' and continues 'Although British people like to complain about bad weather, they generally put a brave face on it.'


Surely not! I just think that is total and utter racial stereotyping.

I forget to say, this downpour will do wonders for my rhubarb!