We´d had some quite good weather and I was looking forward to meeting four friends from Spain who were on a Baltic Cruise and whose boat was calling in to Helsingborg as a final destination before returning to Copenhagen to disembark.
Monday dawned. The skies were iron grey and it was pouring like it would never end.
Down to the yacht harbour I traipsed, mac on , brolly up.
The tender came in and everyone came on land. It was ridiculous how heavy the rain was. They´d had wonderful weather in St Petersberg and all round the Baltic but our day was doomed.
I´d planned a leisurely stroll round the town and coffee and waffles outdoors in a lovely cafe with a thatched roof,a windmill and a fantastic view over the
Straights to Denmark and Hamlet´s Castle. But you couldn´t even see your hand in front of your face for the rain!
Talk about the best laid plans of mice and men.....
The following day was brilliant sunshine.
Bugger,Bugger, Bugger!!!
And this is summertime.
But already things are going swiftly the other way.
The shops have all the autumn clothes, the teachers start to work next week and the kids go back soon after. Mid-August in Sweden is back to work and nose to the grindstone and soon it´ll be dark evenings and low temperatures.
Could this be why I moved to Spain?
5 August 2009
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Bad luck, Chris. A shame about the weather. Yes, I'm sure that the weather was a very strong reason for moving to Spain. Though not the only one, perhaps. Hope you're finding time to scribble the odd story or novel during those depressing dark periods up north...
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