And then the wind changed.
And it has been grim grey ever since,
with a side order of chilly wind
and a return to winter clothing
of which I am heartily sick.
So I took a leaf out of Lotta's book
and culled the towels
and then felt happy for Freda
and anyone else who isn't sitting under a cloud.
Perhaps some of you remember
I get updates from there from time to time
and have vicariously enjoyed a recent trip
to the tea plantations of Munnar
and an Ashram at Kurisumala.
Time to pack my bags perhaps.
That will guarantee an improvement in the weather at home.
We are the people who arrive at any destination to be greeted by the words,
'Oh if only you had been here last week. It was glorious.'