Drop everything sun-lovers, it's time to show our true national colours
Bright red and puffy by the end of the day. The forecasters, appear to have got it right for once, and have hoisted the happy flag (left) above the grey turrets of this isle and promised us the hottest day of the year so far. But it's not going to last. By tomorrow it'll be business as bloody usual in bunker Britain. So here is our chance to show a scornful world that there is at least one Olympic event at which we can excel (German challenges excepting) - freestyle making-the-most-of sunshine. We'll take it on the beaches, take it in the parks, in our gardens, anywhere and everywhere the sun bestows its blessings today. By jingo we deserve it after last year, and sincerely hope this is not another nugget of fool's gold, an ignis fatuous of summer promise, raising our hope for a scorcher, only to find us in September saying, well, we had one nice day in April, do you remember?
Summer is a game of two halves. It's time to kick off in style.
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