A chill, rainy, overcast Sunday greeted me this morning, not particularly reminiscent of any June day I hold dearly. This month rather presents memories of Sunkissed afternoons playing cricket on th village green, or gentle strolls along the banks of the Thanes watching scullers, pairs and eights practice their strokes around placid bends.
With fingers crossed I wish, fervently, plaintively.
Daily Abstract Thoughts 