It got blacker and blacker here and I thought we were about to have a massive thunderstorm but it seems to be blowing over ...
I've just had my sister on the phone telling me about her fantastic 3 week holiday in the USA - huge forests, vast deserts, high mountains, bears, Alcatraz visit, walking the Golden Gate bridge, tram tour of San Francisco, Segway tour of San Diego, walking part of the Grand Canyon, a couple of days in Las Vegas, gobsmacked in Yosemite, snowed in at Mammoth Lake, reduced to tears by the beauty of the view from the top of some glacier that I've never even heard of, a tour of a 19th century Gold Mine somewhere, canyon river walking somewhere else, kayaking in some other fantastic place, checking out a dam much bigger than Hoover, red rocks of Moab, back to LA to do the Hollywood tours and theme parks, Blue Whale-watching boat trip ...
Why would I be jealous when I have memories of another dark, damp Yorkshire summer to look back on in my old age!
