The first of the new season apricots in the greengrocers. Can't be long before we see local peaches alongside them . Not that you would know that summer is nearly here from the weather . After the hottest and driest spring in a century we are now beset by winds and rain more appropriate for Machrihanish in February . On our morning croissant run Wilf and yours truly get caught in a sudden downpour . He comes home to sit alongside me in the office , wrapped in a blanket , looking decidedly forlorn . A chew , and the return of blue skies , soon cheers him up. His attitude for a wet day : " One can never consent to creep when one feels the impulse to soar " .