Summer in November

Finally. Being in a tropical climate has paid off.

Today, due to a northeast monsoon over the South China Sea, the humidity has dropped to 50%, the temperature is more like 20°C and there are breezes, the likes of which we never get unless a typhoon's coming and that usually involves lashings of rain and the battening down of hatches! (Does one ever batten anything other than a hatch??) 

So, on 3rd November, we have got weather like the British summer days of old. Keen to reminisce on the lazy times oft spent on the Common back in England, but mainly to escape the incessant and skull splittingly-loud drilling from next door's builders, I brought notebook and pen to the local landscaped gardens as the deadline for a short story competition I'm entering is today! It's glorious here: I can hear birds, the water spouting from the fountain, the wind in the palm trees and the occasional plane taking off (though fortunately, the good people that plan these things put the airport on the other side of the island we live on so it's fairly muted). 

Now I'm back in the flat, I need to crack on with editing said short story so I'm afraid I'll have to leave you chaps there. Here's a couple of pics (pretty lame quality as they were taken on my phone) so you can imagine me on my bench, scribbling away, at one with nature. 

PS Don't worry too much chaps, it's heading back up to 29°C and 90% humidity next week. Can't wait...