Indeed it is Gwilym. At our Poetry meeting yesterday I read John Clare's Shepherd's Calendar for July (just the first bit) and he speaks of hot windless days and of insects climbing to the very top of the grass stalks. Wish we had weather like that these days.
We're having a wet and windy summer and consequently there are more mosquitoes than normal. The apricots have failed for the first time in memory in the area where I always go to pick them.
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