(image by lissi waite)
It took about two hours of sea breeze to blow away my ideas of heading off to Notting Hill Carnival on Sunday... I know it would have been incredible but once I set foot on the sand I got a sudden attack of that dreaded 'end of summer' vibe which loiters around the bank holiday weekend, ready to spring on us at any one of those moments of sunny contentment we are all susceptible to when around the heady mixture of sun and sea, with a cider in hand. Needless to say the city seemed far away and previous intentions died a fairly instantaneous death. BUT it's not quite the end of summer... We've still got Bestival yet.
It took about two hours of sea breeze to blow away my ideas of heading off to Notting Hill Carnival on Sunday... I know it would have been incredible but once I set foot on the sand I got a sudden attack of that dreaded 'end of summer' vibe which loiters around the bank holiday weekend, ready to spring on us at any one of those moments of sunny contentment we are all susceptible to when around the heady mixture of sun and sea, with a cider in hand. Needless to say the city seemed far away and previous intentions died a fairly instantaneous death. BUT it's not quite the end of summer... We've still got Bestival yet.
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