This sums up what we have come to expect from British 'summer'...
It is a well accepted cultural pastime to moan about our crappy climate all year round.
However...
Once...
Sometimes even TWICE a year...
When the moon is in the seventh hour, and Jupiter aligns with Mars...
The desolate, gloomy, overcast and melancholy sky of which we have become so reluctantly accustomed to and discontented with, decides to dissipate and subside.
As if by the hand of God himself.
A rarity indeed.
Allowing for this :
And this:
And this:
And this:
We then, collectively, as an entire nation spend our most elusive, precious, fleeting day in 30 degree heat sweating through our t-shirts and complaining that it's 'TOO FUCKING HOT!!'
Welcome to England...