Unlike every other Brit, I’m not a whiner when it comes to the weather. Unless you’ve forgotten how winter works (in March?) and almost freeze your fingers off. But that’s a different story for another time. But it was about time this rock we all call the United Kingdom was due some proper ‘top down’ weather.
Life’s a funny thing. Times you’re flat out, times you’re not. These past few weeks have been an odd balance between the two. Ferrying stuff between 3 houses, running round like a t*t for employment and watching the clock tick by waiting on a contract for a new job. Luckily there was something to look forward to at the end of it all: The British Drift Championship Finale at Anglesey.