never ending summer

[amethyst]

Cooled down a bit now though

Yes it has gone really chilly

[Donald the Great]

I heard that a UK summer was between the last two weeks of July and first two of August. As for us 'kangaroos" we have fair dinkum summers.. too bloody hot if I have to be honest. I lived in a semi rural place on the outskirts of Sydney so there was plenty for myself and my mates to do in the school hols. We went tadpole hunting and when a little older yabbie hunting.. yummy if you could catch one big enuff to eat. Come summer and the cicadas stir from from their 17 year hibernation underground to waken the evening with their shrilling songs. Can not remember how many times I would climb a tree to snaffle a 'green grocer" or a "double drummer" and keep them in an aired box as pets. Catching the huge Christmas beetle was another Chrissie pastime. This was an art as they are cagey creatures. Probably the hilite of my endless summer was the Billy Cart racing. Made from old fruit boxes with a pair of disused pram wheels and a length of rope to steer.. these contraptions reached break neck speeds as they tore down our local dirt streets. Many a time I had a spill.. not sure how I did not kill myself. Another fun thing we kids did was find a piece of old board or the like and go up to the local sandhills and slide down. That was safer than billy cart racing as if you fell off you were in soft sand not hard dirt. Oh for a return to my childhood of endless summers.


An Aussie "double drummer" cicada.


Billy cart racing.

[Zincubus]

I heard that a UK summer was between the last two weeks of July and first two of August. As for us 'kangaroos" we have fair dinkum summers.. too bloody hot if I have to be honest. I lived in a semi rural place on the outskirts of Sydney so there was plenty for myself and my mates to do in the school hols. We went tadpole hunting and when a little older yabbie hunting.. yummy if you could catch one big enuff to eat. Come summer and the cicadas stir from from their 17 year hibernation underground to waken the evening with their shrilling songs. Can not remember how many times I would climb a tree to snaffle a 'green grocer" or a "double drummer" and keep them in an aired box as pets. Catching the huge Christmas beetle was another Chrissie pastime. This was an art as they are cagey creatures. Probably the hilite of my endless summer was the Billy Cart racing. Made from old fruit boxes with a pair of disused pram wheels and a length of rope to steer.. these contraptions reached break neck speeds as they tore down our local dirt streets. Many a time I had a spill.. not sure how I did not kill myself. Another fun thing we kids did was find a piece of old board or the like and go up to the local sandhills and slide down. That was safer than billy cart racing as if you fell off you were in soft sand not hard dirt. Oh for a return to my childhood of endless summers.


An Aussie "double drummer" cicada.


Billy cart racing.

Na that's a vast exaggeration.... A British summer is usually limited to no more than a couple of days - in August .

[Donald the Great]

Ha ha Zincubus.

[Jemima]

The unusual heat wave we've been having this summer '18' brings it all back...all those 80's summers of waking up to the sun streaming through the curtains every morning, the dried yellow grass, the 80's music, Dirty Dancing, the fun and carefreeness of it all, such precious memories of what seemed like 'never ending' happy days

[Donald the Great]

The unusual heat wave we've been having this summer '18' brings it all back...all those 80's summers of waking up to the sun streaming through the curtains every morning, the dried yellow grass, the 80's music, Dirty Dancing, the fun and carefreeness of it all, such precious memories of what seemed like 'never ending' happy days

Jemima if you are into nostalgia you must post on my TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE thread.. in Miscellaneous Memories.

[cbenee]

the summers when we were young were not non stop sunshine as we like to remember. But your memory plays tricks, you only recall the fun days out, not the boring ones indoors when raining

was talking to my Mum a while ago and I said how it always seemed to be sunny on our holidays to he Isl eof Wight, she laughed ad said you must be joking it rained more than it was sunny, like I said tho my brain only recalls the fun days at the beach