The Irish Summer...

I am quite convinced that I will see Rain Tourism hit our shores in my lifetime. 
Unless it's armed forces (I'm looking at you Xi Jinping) invading our moist, cool land, while the rest of the earth becomes a heap of scorched dust. 

The day has been relentlessly shite weatherwise. I still managed a swim at the Forty Foot, when the drizzle lost in intensity around 11am. I then went for a most vivifying walk in Glen of the Downs in the afternoon. 

Thankfully I am jetting off on a sun holiday tomorrow: taking Finn for 30 hour minibreak in Liverpool. I'd better pack the sun cream, flipflops and shorts.