Morning peeps. In days of old the Monks at Abbotsbury monastery used to see the hatching of the signets’ as a sign that summer had arrived. Well the shells have been cracking and the singnets they have a been hatching. So after one of the wettest, most miserable summer bank holidays I can remember I as one question. Is summer really here?
I suspect we are going to have a really bad summer yet again, bad news for all those convertible owners like me who can look forward to seeing their nice black fabric roofs turn slowly green.
At this point. I suspect that I am rambling, well I am only on my first coffee of the day. I leave with a picture of a cute signet I took a few years ago.
