Hank Boliday

Here I am, back at work again.

I don’t mind, really. There’s quite a nice atmosphere around. Everyone seems delighted to have had decent weather over the long weekend, and seem determined to enjoy today before we fall back into the regular routine of monotony tomorrow.

I got to have a nice bike-about last night, and it was hard to remember that it was only the middle of April! I’m sure it was only a week ago (Sunday last) that I had 4 layers of clothing on to combat that bitter wind. Yesterday evening it was like Summer in the Mediterranean. Funny how quickly things can change in this weird and wondrous climate our little island exists in.

I heard a great ‘countryside saying’ from an elderly Suffolk gentleman – “When the rooks built their nests at the top of the trees; Summer will scorch, with barely a breeze.” I don’t know if that’s wisdom or bunkum but I can tell you that, in the wood near our home, the new nests are as near the top as they can be without toppling off the branches, so hopefully that’s a sign of some great Summer weather ahead. Be nice if this carried on until October at least, wouldn’t it?

A quick thought on today’s blog title – I wrote it as a fun spoonerism, but wouldn’t HANK BOLIDAY be a great name for a grizzled American detective in a pulp fiction novel?

RC 22-4-19