Where has the summer gone?

I was really enjoying this summer. I'd lost count of the number of lunches and evening meals we'd enjoyed in the garden and I was getting rather proud of my biscuity-brown arms and legs. But then, about three weeks ago, the skies began to turn grey and we even had flooding in Truro. Tomorrow is St Swithun's Day, and we all know what to expect if it rains then! According to the forecasters, it will.

St Swithun's day if thou dost rain
for forty days it will remain;
St Swithun's day if thou be fair
for forty days 'twill rain na mair.

A meteorologist friend of mine claims that there's a grain of truth in that old ditty, as if a weather pattern is firmly established by this time of the year it is likely to remain for a month or more.

So to tide me over to the next opportunity we have for walking the footpaths of Cornwall, here's a picture I took a few years ago on a blustery November afternoon, looking from Treyarnon towards Trevose Head. If I'd said that I took it yesterday, I bet most of you would have believed me!