Whether the Weather be Wet


Usually, when The Dude and I nip over to the model village at Beaconsfield, in Buckinghamshire, it’s a glorious sunny day. However, our trip today was one of those annoying British weather moments where one spends time at their heart’s desire in the pouring rain then shortly after retiring to the warm and dry, the dark clouds dissipate and the sun comes out. We did a tour of the wonderful environs of Bekenscot, bashed some boats and had a tram journey in the wet. On the return journey blue sky spread above us from horizon to horizon. Se la vie. Anyway, The Dude said he had an “epic” day. I was aiming for “good”, so that was a big bonus, and as I write the sky could again do with a good clean while the street outside my window is a running river. So, it isn’t the weather that makes the moment, it’s the people you spent your time with and what you make of the present. Today The Dude and I made another special memory.


About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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