I like all four seasons. Even winter. Although it goes on far too long. Could we not ban winter from continuing past January 2nd? We could have a referendum on this subject, just like Brexit. Based on stuff and nonsense, just like Brexit. And be as grounded in fact and reality as Brexit. I don’t know what could go wrong. It’ll be sunlit uplands. European snow and rain? Phooey, we’re Global Britain and after the vote we’ll bathe in Caribbean sunshine, every single day.
This would suit Bournemouth down to the ground. It is, after all, a seaside town that entices punters in with its seven miles of sandy beaches, with dramatic walks along the Jurassic Coast not far away. A bit more sun would bring in more business. Although, truth be told, even without a ban on winter, it’s not been a bad couple of years for Bournemouth’s tourism industry. Good weather and restricted international travel have kept the money rolling in.
This wouldn’t necessarily suit me though. I love summer. I just don’t love Bournemouth so much during summer. Everything becomes ever so crowded. Traffic is a nightmare. Tons of trash gets left on the streets and beach. The homeless population swells, as beggars move in to try and get their share of the tourist pound, clogging up countless shop doorways with sleeping bags and cardboard boxes. It’s all just ghastly.
But it’s nearly over. In little more than a week we’ll be in September, with another summer season behind us. Things will get cleaned up, the beggars will move back from whence they came and the beach will once again become my own personal little fiefdom, to walk up and down as I please, undisturbed by the grockles.
The Mexile 
Gary: Actually right now in San Miguel, we have the ideal weather package: Highs in the 80s, overnight lows in the 50, and plenty of rain to keep the trees and flowers growing. Of course, it doesn’t last. By October, it will stop raining and we’ll enter the long dreary dry season. In Chicago, the worst of the winter is in February, when the days are short and cold, and you can’t wait for spring to arrive.
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We’ve had no rain. None. For months. Lawns and fields are burned brown. Reservoirs are drying up. The clouds have followed the lead of railway workers, postmen, barristers, journalists and gone on strike. Which is rather disastrous. We urgently need rain and lots of it.
Then I stepped out the front door this morning on a day trip to London and the heavens opened up on me. We urgently need rain and lots of it. But not right now, goddammit….
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Hard to imagine rainy and clammy England being dry and broiler hot, but here we are. Good thing Republican climate deniers showed us that climate change is all a hoax. If it were real, we’d all be dead, which we might well be anyway in a few years, given the way things are going.
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We occasionally have a decent summer. Although those occasions are becoming more frequent, which is the point of climate change, as opposed to one off events etc.
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