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 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 overrun with tourists, jugglers and thespians. I work right in the centre of town where even the briefest of sallies outdoors is rendered impossible by these irksome hordes. Well, maybe 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.