Sunday, April 22, 2012

S and only a day late

I wish we’d consulted a Skybonkie before setting off to Cornwall. Weather forecasts were given up on by this family after the October gales so many years ago now. But a skybonkie I’d listen to as the definition is a weather prophet. Maybe the skybonkie would have told us we would get a touch of sunburn, be half-drowned by torrential rain, almost blown away by 60 mph winds and see ice stacked up by the side of the road (blown there by the wind) after an incredible hailstorm. And that was just one day! We had a really good time though.

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