I was a bit mad with July at the start, mainly because it was making no effort to be Summer whatsoever. So. Much. Rain. The sort of rain that feels a bit biblical, like it might never stop. Not that The Short One minded - have wellies, will splash, became his motto. Gotta love the 3 year old ability to find the silver lining even in the biggest rain cloud.
It did get better though, the sunshine finally fought it's way through and there was time for picnics, and strolling, and gardening (sore point - everything is dead or dying on account of the topsy turvy weather), barbequeues and blowing bubbles on the beach.
And of course there was Butlins, The Tall One's band had another gig (I may have had a few too many fizzy pops that night, but it was a lot of fun.), the seafront fayre came to town, there were fireworks, and Shortie had a ball at the Fire Station open day. (The plastic helmet has left his head only occassionaly since.)
So what looked like being a complete wash out of a month actually pulled it's socks up & turned it around in the end. Phew.
It all looked a bit like this: