The English summer is a mean heat wave, (that scratch that) it’s a blanketing depression, and it covers your skin and body with such effectiveness that you pray breezes. however the severe sunshine is better that the wet, gloomy British winters. with that said I am officially welcoming the barbeque season with all of its sauces, salads, spuds and tender cuts. its not summer without charcoal, ginger ale and strawberry sundaes. standing over glowing coals with a metal spoke shaking off the ashes and turning juicy cuts and corn cobs.
If the prior dose not interest you (can’t stand Smokey barbeques). You can venture into the Piccadilly and see the other side of this summer coin. The Manchester Piccadilly gardens is a site to behold with its communal showers (the water fountain) and the vast manicured lawns, it is the single place where the whole of “Greater Manchester” congregates, licks ice cream and slurps at smoothies, this ideal location is truly a diamond in the heart of Manchester but a crowded one indeed. it would not be summer without an afternoon at Piccadilly lounging in the grass savouring cold and creamy things. while your eyes feast on the colourful melee that is the nations summer rainbow.
I however prefer a lazy afternoon at home, a simmering pitcher of lemonade profusely sweating in the summer heat, slow beats travelling from a speaker some where, tinting my view with my dark sunglasses (uv) and just chilling. watching people transverse my view or following lines of words in a page of captivating literature (Tony Morrison’s, TAR BABY)
Well whatever tickles your fancy make sure you truly enjoy this season in all its spectrums and try to stay awake for the sun set now that its at 10 pm.
peace, poetry, prosperity and splashing
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