Friday, 6 July 2012
I am writing this on a day when the forecast says a whole month's worth of rain will fall in just 24 hours. It is July. Supposedly summer. June was just about bearable, a bit of blue sky here and there. But when July began with more of this eternal, infernal rain, I got cross.
In a vague attempt to exercise control over such an uncontrollable issue, I began a Pinterest board full of all the things I'd planned to do this summer. Perhaps we're over the worst of it (says the optimist in me) and I can still fill our summer days with trips to the beach or to open air pools. Make giant sandcastles, drink iced coffee, eat ice creams, fish and chips with a sea breeze. Fly kites. Ride bikes. Pick strawberries now and blackberries later, make jams and ice creams. Swim. Wear sandals. Maybe even camp (I do not say that lightly, I am strictly an indoor type).
There are so many amazing events planned for summer too - the festival circuit looks fantastic for 2012. I'm desperate to go to Green Man, especially now that Metronomy are topping the bill. Wilderness Festival looks absurdly good - who could resist a giant Bugsy Malone splatt-off, a Toast-curated spa, an Ottolenghi banquet, or foraging with Alys Fowler?
I can't wait to see Giffords Circus in action, something I've wanted to witness for years. Plus of course there are the big Bristol summer events - the Harbour Festival, the Balloon Fiesta, See No Evil 2.
Let's hope rain doesn't stop play too much. Although I have a few indoor activities up my sleeve too - Unnatural-Natural History at the RWA, Ice Age 4 at the cinema, plus children's theatre The Egg in Bath, hopefully a visit to the Damien Hirst at Tate Modern before it finishes.
Here's a playlist for summer. I began making it to cheer me up but it turned out a bit melancholy. That's what mizzle does to me, I'm afraid.