Summer's Melancholy

One consequence of keeping a journal like this one is a realisation of the passing of time.  Already we are nearly halfway through my imposed sense of summer; already it is impossible to do things in June this year, already the early summer has slipped away.  Sports days and end-of-terms have come and gone, at least for most of the schools around here.  Up north I think they might break up next Friday, so perhaps it is possible to trace a journey around the country, catching end-of-term after end-of-term, as a friend used to do at school in Liverpool. But we are still eating strawberries, and seasons cannot be imposed onto the calendar, or rather the calender cannot be fitted over the seasons, so it will still be warm in September, where I began these seasonal thoughts four years ago!