It’s true almost anytime of the year in Ireland, but it’s particularly strong in September…
In this little corner of the world, you can go from sunshine to showers and back to sun all in the space of five minutes.
That’s what you get for living in a country with blinky washing machine weather, where you never know if the setting will suddenly go from spin dry to wash, and back to rinse again.
This particular late September Sunday being a perfect example, starting out with the sun splitting the sky, and young kids trekking off to fancy dress parties early in the morning, to four kids having to huddle together under the one umbrella whilst older, wiser, weaker Greystonians took shelter underneath nearby trees.
I really will have to start bringing Max’s soap with me for these walks from now on. He’ll be sparkling by the time we get home.
Once we manage to avoid grass. And hedges. And potholes deep enough to swim in.
Oh, and just to show how that sun and rain battle can be quite beautiful, check out Liz Cusack’s Sunday afternoon beach shot below…
