Nangle Natters: Spring watch

Summer is not here. It is definitely still spring. I say this because we’ve had some warm sunny days of late and they’ve been flippin’ fantastic. I actually dug out the sun tan lotion I keep in the side of my rucksack in case I’m caught in an emergency – yes, I was a Brownie! – and started tentatively rubbing it all over my face the other day. You know in that way that means you’re trying to memorise exactly where you’ve put it so that you can avoid walking around with a glop of un-rubbed-in lotion for 30 minutes.
I even started yawning in the afternoon, which tends to imply just a touch too much time in the sun. But I say again – it’s not summer, it’s still spring.
The reason I’m so emphatic is that we tend to have a habit of enjoying a couple of days of sunshine, and then when the inevitable torrential rain follows it there’s an uproar proclaiming that ‘summer’s over! We’ve missed it!’. Don’t you worry your pretty little heads. This was just daffodil-baiting. The sun will come back when summer actually arrives. And I shall be right on the beach welcoming it to Brighton.