Breath of fresh air

Cloudless blue skies all afternoon but no chance to bask in the sunshine: this was a day defined by wind. And no summer breeze either. It was more like an icy arctic gale-force blast. Some lucky people could take advantage. I visited T and D, and as usual was deeply envious of their fabulous garden - not just for the vegetable patch, pots of herbs in the patio and abundant flowers, but for the fact that they can hang their laundry out on a washing line. They'll have freshly washed and dried sheets on their bed tonight...