Well, here we are, just over halfway through 2012 and so far no sign of Summer. There were those 2 weeks in May but it seems to me that it’s rained, and rained, and rained ever since. The warmth of the sun on my skin seems like a dream - one that’s both tantalisingly close and frustratingly, just out of reach. The result, it seems, is that I now regularly partake in that very British past time of moaning about the weather!
But if I can’t have summer outside I am determined to have it on my canvas!