Saturday turned out to be a perfect day for a picnic in our friends’ backyard. The sun took a look from behind some clouds in the morning, but shed this playfulness after midday. One of their treasured possessions was an old beach umbrella from the 1950s, lovingly monogrammed with her grandfather’s initials. The beach umbrella went up over the (still working) hills hoist, and I looked up into a multicoloured sky.
Yep, summer is nearly here.