It's hanging on in there, too, though the blackberry-laden hedgerows and misty mornings signal that autumn's not long away.
I've just walked our dogs on the Downs, which we're lucky enough to have on our doorstep. It's a steep, chalky path in dappled shade to the top, where today, tractors are ploughing and hundreds of swallows are gathering to leave us for warmer places.
Talking of which, my daughter's a bit ahead of them - but only just. She's spending the next three months as a volunteer for a Greek charity looking after ponies. This was her day yesterday.:
3am get up, get mother up, emotional drive to Heathrow (v emotional). Find Terminal 5 - easy, spacious, very early, where excited but mostly VERY happy-tearful emotional farewells follow.
Georgie then flies to Athens, takes a bus to Kymi, then a ferry across to Skyros, hoping someone will be there to meet her the other end. Meanwhile I drove home, feeling a wrench that was physically painful and went to bed. I won't lie, I cried too, but it doesn't mean I'm not thrilled for her. The pain went and I think it's fantastic she's there, because it's what life's about and if you can't do things like this when you're 19, when can you?
