English summer

I snapped this photo last year under Richmond Bridge on the River Thames, and the beautifully warm and sunny weather today has me hankering after long, sun-drenched walks along the Thames, picnics and papers in the park, ice cold beer in the pub garden, vanilla ice cream cone dripping down my arm, and bare legs under floaty skirts.

Though I wouldn't go as far as one of my work colleagues yesterday, who chirped, "Summer has come!", to which I replied, "Well, an English summer at least." And we've still got two days left of winter.

Sleeveless ti-shirts and bare skin out on the streets. Even the two love birds are necking and preening on the tree outside my window. Me, I'm putting on my coat.

C'mon, guys, it's not that warm.