Spring always does it, doesn't it... It has you leaping ahead to summer. Suddenly it feels like it's close at hand and tangible. In England, this constitutes a huge amount of optimism and hope because we never know what kind of silly season we'll be blessed with.
So conversely, this hope for the future is sprinkled with memories of past summers when we had that exquisite trip to the beach, or that swim in the Dartmoor pool. So here's to last summer, it was a doozie. And here's to the coming one...
Hope you enjoy me reading my poem: The Cider Pool from last year.
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