Now don't get me wrong, I like summer, so long as it's not too hot. That's anything above about 25 degrees Celsius of course, or about 21 degrees if there is no breeze
But nothing quite beats the feeling of when it's truly horrible outside - lashing down with rain, blowing a gale - and you're inside, nice and cosy, listening to it all.
I drove back from Leeds yesterday over the M62 towards Manchester, couldn't be bothered with all the rush hour traffic around Manchester, so I parked up on Saddleworth Moor for an hour or so with a cup of tea, letting the traffic die down, being gently rocked by the winds and listening to the rain lashing down on the van. Bliss.
Am I the only weirdo who likes this??
But nothing quite beats the feeling of when it's truly horrible outside - lashing down with rain, blowing a gale - and you're inside, nice and cosy, listening to it all.
I drove back from Leeds yesterday over the M62 towards Manchester, couldn't be bothered with all the rush hour traffic around Manchester, so I parked up on Saddleworth Moor for an hour or so with a cup of tea, letting the traffic die down, being gently rocked by the winds and listening to the rain lashing down on the van. Bliss.
Am I the only weirdo who likes this??