Today is Lughnasadh or Lammas, the harvest festival. Traditionally, farmers would begin bringing in their crops on this day. I’m feeling a little sad this year because it seems that we’ve reached the beginning of the end of summer.
Bleakest news of all, Lammas-tide marks the start of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe as well.
During the hellish month of August my beautiful city is over-run with tourists, jugglers and thespians. I work right in the centre of town where these irksome hordes render even the briefest of sallies outdoors impossible. Well, not impossible. Just very, very, very irritating.
August is a month for huddling inside, lunching on sandwiches-brought-from-home and biding our time until September arrives.
Roll on autumn.