I have never known A Thursday in May like the one this week. You wouldn't put a milk bottle out in that weather.
I caught the ferry and the bay was stirred up like a big jug of gravy. Thankfully the ferry took the shorter route under the shelter of the bay and we arrived safely on the island.
It was freezing cold and I held on to my hat with my hand. The six of us huddled next to a wall of a building waiting for the minibus.
I changed into my waterproofs and we jumped into the pickup and set off down the road to where we were working that day. Two donkeys stood side to side with their backsides against the wind.
We took out our tools and the donkeys looked at us like we had two heads. Then they trundled off into the undergrowth of the fields and saying that we were stark raving mmm.. mad!
Imagine if someone had been on a staycation on Thursday? Camping or booked a static caravan for the week? There would of been no cafes open to get a warm drink or a hot meal or even a pub to get a pint.
There's a lot to be said for a sun holiday.