People go on and on about the unpredictability of British weather, but there's one thing of which you can be sure: when there's a bank holiday, there's rain.
Sure, it can be sunny for weeks on end before the long weekend. It can be sunny on the Saturday and Sunday. But Bank Holiday Monday? Clouds will appear as if by magic, and liquid will drop from the sky. It's as if you can't have one without the other.
Last May, the Man and I planned a long weekend in Devon a workmate's housewarming party. The workmate had just converted a barn in a small village and wanted to have a big outdoor feast. We left London in the pouring rain. It continued to Bristol, through Exeter and all the way to our small B&B in Coleford, where it finally let up. Fingers crossed it held off, we trekked down the winding country road to where the party was to be held. Mercifully, we had a few hours of respite - and even some blue sky! But the next day - Bank Holiday Monday, to be exact - poured so much we beat an early retreat back to London.
I leave you with a few photos of the elusive sun (from last year). I'd like to summarize what I did this year for the Bank Holiday but it's more conducive to sleeping than reading.
Strolling through deserted village (they were all at the party).