“August slipped away into a moment in time, ‘cause it was never mine”
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
a bit will remember the world of the where Enid Blyton conjured up a vision of childhood Augusts: days spent outside building dens, bicycling along shaded country lanes, rolling in meadows and tracking down desperate criminals before drifting into afternoons of orange squash and sponge cake. Things have changed a bit since then, but it is still a month of lazy warmth, with holidays
