Ain't no sunshine when she's gone...

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long
Anytime she goes away
Lyrics by Bill Whithers

Who is it that has had enough sunshine already? Come on, hands up. No, didn't think so. Mind you, three months into post-paid-employment I suddenly remember the peace and pollen-free loveliness of the air conditioned computer room... ah, that druids should get hay fever; it simply isn't right.

However, this sign is merely guiding the traffic which is bringing thousands and thousands of solar panels to a field on the outskirts of the parish. Not this way, that way... And long may the sun shine.