The last vestiges of sunshine hanging around made me all the more nostalgic for the early summer. The kind of weather which makes you gleefully whip out those white shorts which are superbly impractical for any other kind of temperature. The kind of weather which inspires outings specifically for supreme gluttony. Which really, is the only excuse for stomach-bursting, no-more-I-surrender, piles and piles of ice cream.
Don’t believe me?
And everyone loves a selfie.