The weather seems to have forgotten its lines. Instead of a midsummer night's dream, I was living through a winter's tale yesterday. Snow fell on the mountain - it's May!
From the village the sea looks very blue today. I just sat and stared until the postman arrived to dish out the post. It is a trifle chilly though. The wind is gusting strongly and the walk with the dogs left me pink of cheek; long trousers and a jumper are de rigeur attire.
Thankfully, the prompt should be with us for the remainder of the week and the weather will be playing its usual May role of warm and sunny.