What a morning. The sun was out. The solar was PUMPING. Really breezy, but it felt… Summery.
But this afternoon, I’ve been done up like a kipper.
It’s riding Friday (not me), and after the incredibly warm, sunny – but really windy weather over our side of the mountain – I asked the riding instructor what the weather was like over on the her side.
It’s lovely out. Slight warm breeze.
Shorts will be comfortable, I reckon.
And so I went with it.
Yeah. But Cape Town doesn’t play.
Four seasons in one day is nothing. Because I genuinely believe that the instructor was telling the truth – we’ve all been so desperate for some sunshine – but in the 20 minutes that it took to get over here…
THINGS HAVE CHANGED.
The wind has picked up, the cloud has rolled in, the sun has gone.
I’m sheltering behind the henhouse (not a euphemism), but it’s still rather chilly. Especially around the leg areas. I mean, I’ll definitely survive, but – for the record – shorts were not comfortable.
I’ve been done up like a kipper.