Dreaming of a holiday

For the past couple of days I have still needed to wear my jacket for the cycle ride into work. Today I had to unzip mid-way with the heat already building, and the sun so, so nice. The smells of Little Clarendon Street hit me again and had me wanting – no desiring – a foreign holiday again. It seems too long since Venice two years ago. I want to go somewhere new, and explore new streets and sit outside new cafes and see new sights…