One more month until the days begin to lengthen. My own hero is currently enjoying June in the Land of the Welsh. For him it's a dry June. It has to be, following a high incidence of outdoor activities that have been foisted upon him by the dark fiend that pulls his strings with no thought for a truly heroic hero's happiness or comfort. Indeed the crueler his circumstance the happier I seem to be.
Such a pity the ultimate weaver of tales spends so much time devising plot lines
for our weather down here on Earth. I suppose it's more a question of preventing
anything like a reluctant reader from ever even thinking about getting remotely
bored. But, I have to admit the weather part of the story this Fall has been a
very nice and gentle story, which I'd happily read again.