My English teacher once had a theory that in most of your childhood memories it will be sunny, usually whether it actually was or not. It’s something to do with the way the brain likes to process and store knowledge, and, if true, can only be a good thing if I want the girls to remember anything about this winter. But then there are the days when you know they’ll remember the sunshine that was really there.
The days when you wake up and the sky is already a flawless blue from horizon to horizon;
When you end up playing in the garden in your pyjamas and a coat, because it’s just too nice not to.
And the days when even princess fairy pirates, can’t help needing a little snooze!