Good bank holiday weather is as rare as hen's teeth in England. So when it's 27-28C on Easter weekend then I feel I might have emigrated to the right country. The pettiness of the British about the weather knows no bounds. No holiday is complete unless it has rained constantly back home while you've been in your flip-flops. So as we hosted a BBQ on our little balcony and sat outside till midnight only one soundtrack was running in my head. A British newspaper headline I had read earlier that day as I dug out my summer sandals.
Wet Weather Spoils Bank Holiday. Perfect.