For those still trapped by the daily working rat-race of life how many times have you desperately waited for a Bank Holiday weekend, and then the weather is pooh? All week you’ve looked out of your office window longingly at the sunshine, counting the hours before you can escape. The big day arrives and then it rains! Not just spits and spots of rain where you can dodge the raindrops, or even a drab mist, but full on rain like a bucket of water thrown down on you from above.
Good Friday was one of those days. We went to the beach for lunch and not trusting the erratic weather we pre-booked a table inside the restaurant. Sure enough, right on cue, it started to rain – again. Being Easter weekend the place is packed with holiday makers. We noticed some Swedish tourists, who, unable to reserve a table inside the restaurant, sat outside on the terrace. Unfortunately, just as their meal arrived, down came the rain. However, unperturbed by the weather they improvised and finished their meal sheltering under their umbrellas.
Even as write, I hear the rain hammering on our roof and gurgling in the gutters. As it lashes against the windows I draw the curtains to shut out the distorted images it creates and imagine the sun.
It is beautiful in the Algarve when the sky is a brilliant blue and the sun shines, but when it rains it is bleak and miserable. I feel so sorry for all those on holiday at the moment. I just hope they packed a good book and their water wings because apart from eating and enjoying the wine, there’s not much else to do.
Roll on summer!
You have to admire the Swedes tenacity. Would you have done the same?