This morning the skies are grey, the air noticeably cooler and the ground outside is wet. Our "hot, hot summer" is apparently over. Still, with the sun just trying to peek out, I can see the hills are still 40 shades of beige - a sign of just how dry it's been around here.
I swam in the Irish Sea. Normally, I have to be dragged there by my native family, but this summer I willingly went to the beach. I even looked forward to it on a few occasions. My children are suntanned and I haven't seen a sweatshirt since June. It's one to remember. In fact, I'm sure we'll still be talking about the "summer of '03" in 10 years.