Well — that’s it — bye bye June.
I honestly can’t remember a greyer, wetter summer. The very fact the Michael Eavis has been heard to say —
‘it’s the wettest, muddiest Glastonbury on record’
— speaks volumes doesn’t it?
So, due to adverse weather conditions, my boys and I have busied ourselves indoors.
Big, man-shaped boy and I been working hard to get my office finished (I’m *almost* in) and my tiny boys have been cooped up indoors for a lot of June.
July is already looking to be the best month of the year, without question!
In a couple of days, we’ll be packing our bags and jetting off to warmer climes.
The summer holiday that we won in the Mark Warner competition is imminent and, before too long, we’ll be leaving the UK for sunny Sardinia.
Even though it’s the second largest island in the Mediterranean, it’s not somewhere that has ever really been on my radar. Sure, I’ve heard of it, but have never really known a lot about it until now.
Over recent weeks I’ve read quite a lot about our soon-to-be home from home though.
It’s apparently got amazing beaches and — as it’s Italy — the food is heaven on a plate. To say we’re all ‘excited’ would be a gross understatement.
This is the first break — for longer than four days — that my boy and I have had in 6 years.
And it’s our very first proper holiday as a family of four too. Which makes it very, very special indeed.
So anyway. Back to June. Here we are.
These were taken this evening at around seven o’clock in a nearby poppy field. Stormy, grey, skies overhead — last minute, as ever.
Disheveled and tired but in good spirits and very, very much looking forward to the adventure that awaits us.
So a tiny round-up of June:
This month’s lows ~