By: Paula Mcintyre
As I write this, the rain is streaking horizontally outside accompanied by broken branches. It’s like a scene from The Wizard of Oz and if a witch on a bike flew past I wouldn’t flinch. We seem to have had non-stop gales, rain and pretty thoroughly rotten weather for three months now. Never in my life have I had such a yearning for sunshine, for some heat in my bones, and just not to be engulfed in damp and cold all the time.









