Dear Great British Summer
For shame, sir! Have you no sense of decency? There has been some damnable contrary weather of late.
We expect it is great entertainment for some to see innocent Sewists drenched during the last 5 miles of their cycle from London to Southend.
But consider yourself warned: the British bull dog shall not be cowed. Do you think we’ll lose hope? Never!
We continue to put our faith in the power of the deckchair:
And persistently admire these:
Certain Sewists WILL plough on with their make of the Swiss dot cotton dress with lace trim. As God is her witness, she shall wear a startlingly white summer dress!
We mean no disrespect when we say that you have met your match. Rain shall not stop this play.
We are, Sir, your obedient servants
The Rain-Soaked Sewists of Great Britain