By: Blonde Two
You will have noticed, I am sure, that it is now lighter for longer in the evenings. I have it on good authority that the collective sigh that we outdoor lovers heaved when the clocks changed could be heard from outer space. By outdoor lovers here, I mean us people who love the outdoors, not those who prefer their nuptials al fresco – although, of course one could be both (please don’t respond to the urge to comment on this).
Warning – I am about to become very British and talk about the weather …
Of course, the term British Summertime has become a bit of a confusion over the last few years with hot Easters and rainy Augusts but we mustn’t moan, the sun has shone on us for a couple of days now so we will all be happy for a while.
Weather alert over, go back to your lives …
All this is proof that nature has its own way of doing things and is not likely to respond to us pinning labels like “Summer”, “Bank Holiday” or “Camping Trip” on it. It does make you wonder if we would be happier without calendars and clocks – we could go out when it was sunny and go to work when it rained. We could have a barbecue on a mild November evening and wear scarves on the beach in August. We wouldn’t have to pay a fortune to go abroad and find sunshine at the “right time”, we could just go out in the sun whenever it was there.
I have mentioned before that we can see Dartmoor from our house. It is not that close but I can see it when I sit up in bed in the morning. Not only is our view of Dartmoor a daily reminder of my favourite thing, it serves as a natural calendar. I think I must be in tune with the concept of midsummer (cue hippy headdress) – as a girl, I used to climb the Malvern Hills to see the sunrise on Midsummer’s morning and two of my children were born on midsummer’s day (no, they are not twins). Because of this, when we had our first summer in our Dartmoor view house, I was thrilled to notice that the sun set exactly behind Haytor on midsummer’s day.
We get some amazing sunsets here and Dartmoor always looks fabulous in pinks and oranges. I love to watch them each night and note how far along the moors they have got (they haven’t quite reached Hamel Down yet this year). There is a twinge of sadness when midsummer comes and the sun dips down behind Haytor because I know that it is going to start slipping back the other way and the days are going to get shorter again.
But let’s not worry about that for now. Today, the sun has been shining on us and tomorrow the day will be even longer. Long Live British Summertime!