It happened last weekend. Saturday was a day of glorious weather - and Brighton must have been crowded. Not only was the weather very good, but it was the first day of the Brighton Festival, which is claimed to be the biggest arts festival in England with only the Edinburgh Festival outdoing it in the UK. The first day always sees the children's parade wending its way through the streets, with entries from every school in the city. I rarely - make that never - venture into the town on summer weekends if I can avoid doing so and when I had to go out on Saturday morning and cross the main road into town from the north (and therefore London), I estimated that the cars would take at least half an hour to cover the remaining two or three miles to the sea front. And then the drivers would have to find somewhere to park!
Sunday was, if anything, even better; the temperature was certainly higher. Our local paper published a picture of the crowds waiting for trains at about 6.00pm :
Rather them than me!
Yesterday was another fine day, but today is grey and wet. Like I said, I enjoyed summer - while it lasted!