Usually the weather in unseasonably wet, cold and windy.
Even in August.
The worst floods I remember as a kid was on the Late August Bank Holiday in 1976, when Caldecott Road was under several feet of rainwater.

There were flood warnings.
There are many traditional bank holiday activities: sitting in a seaside shelter eating fish and chips turning to lard is one, another is going to a garden centre.

It started to rain on the way, and once there got heavier.
We bought four plants and made our escape back home.
It wasn't quite ten, and the day was pretty much done.
The afternoon game at Wilton Keynes was called off due to floods, so we read, listened to podcasts until half five, when after eating teacakes and a brew, Jools went swimming, and I watched football.
The late game was Palace v Man Utd, which I had no expectation of, but Palace romped to a 4-0 win, and the pain on the Utd players was v funny.
1 comment:
Indeed it was funny.
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