After living in the UK for over 18 months, I'm starting think that the term, British summer, is an oxymoron. I know it's only July but my summer clothes are still tucked away and probably will remain so. And, only last week, I slipped and fell flat on my behind, in the style of The Three Stooges, when heavy rain shower turned Devonshire Street into a sheet of ice.
We now know that our only chance of much needed Vitamin D is to board a plane to continental Europe to get a dose of sunshine.
A snapshot of our recent trip to Venice and the Dolomites:
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