Today is what I would call a typical summer's day.
The sun is shining, and there are fairly frequent showers. There is a bit of a wind blowing which, while not cold isn't exactly conducive to stripping off on a beach [or anywhere else for that matter]. It's the kind of day when you wouldn't have a clue what kind of clothing to bring on a walk.
I had to nip down to the shop earlier.
Mal the Man who owns the place was on duty.
Now Our Mal is a man of few words. He is they type you would least expect to find at a party regaling a laughing mob with hilarious tales. Maybe laconic would be a fair description. Leastwise the most you can expect from him is a grunt when you ask for a paper of tobacco. It's not that he is rude or unfriendly or anything like that – it's just that he rarely has anything to say.
I was somewhat surprised when he actually passed a comment.
"A bit too much weather today".
I couldn't argue with that.