why i ♥ summer

with the kickass coffee they serve up at the cafes over here, it's not easy to keep away from them even if i wanted to. there's no starbucks or large coffee-mogul establishments i need to consciously avoid, so anywhere becomes a place for great coffee. except they don't really do ice-blendeds the way i like 'em. otherwise, the ice-cream with the coffee is a much-welcomed sweetener during the sultry, lazy midafternoons.



u-picks. mention a pick-your-own farm anywhere and i'm sold. there are rows and rows of strawberry shrubs in the fields, each enticingly heavy with ripe fruit. i have no idea what the management will do if they don't open the fields up for enthusiastic fruit-pickers - they'd go mad harvesting all that fruit! and they charge for picking their fruit too! such dough-spinners these fields of fruit are. i think this is what i want to be when i grow up. seriously.



and i want to have a beach-hut, too. the relatively well-off folks have them. right smack on the beach, with the water a mere 3m away. the brightly-painted beach-huts house anything from deckchairs, a selection of sun-hats hanging on the walls, a bar-fridge, throw rugs, surf boards... you get the idea. so i'm wondering if i could, in future, eschew the luxury of "landed" property for a house built [foolishly] on sand.

long live summer!