In Praise of the English Summer


Some say it is a myth. Some say that it slips in, unseen during the night, stealing in whilst backs are turned and children sleep. Some say that it goes just as quickly, like a shadow in the darkness, so quickly that you barely knew it was there.

But it’s true.

Britain really does get a summertime.

Now, as I write, the summer here in England is living up to the stereotype – grey clouds look pregnant with rain, mere days after thunderstorms leaped happily across the hills. I’m wearing warm, fluffy socks, and a long woolly cardigan, and happily thinking back to the summers of my childhood. I’d spend endless days in the garden, playing in a tent on our lawn, smelling the scent of barbecues, and hearing the distant slap of a jet ski hitting waves down on the beach. But just a few weeks ago, we had summer. It was as warm and glorious as my memories.

The English summer doesn’t last long – some years, it barely arrives at all – but when you get it, there surely can’t be many places that are more pleasant. It never crosses the line into becoming too hot; news articles reporting deaths from heatwaves in other (more consistently lovely) parts of the world are read by the natives and marked with a surprised exclamation. The fields, trees, and hedgerows, kept plentifully watered throughout the year, burst in an explosion of green foliage. You can smell sun hitting the leaves, the scent of chlorophyll on a gentle breeze. Pub gardens become a ridiculously relaxing place, sheltered and sunny, skin gently tanning as you while away a few hours chatting with friends, stars appearing in a velvet sky even as the landlord turns on the outside fairy lights. When you get the inevitable shower of summer rain, you breathe in petrichor and sigh happily.

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I went out and about during this fabled time of sunshine, determined to make the most of it, and took my iPhone with me. However, I’m an idiot, so most of the photos are in portrait. Lesson learned.

First stop: London.


London is a funny one in the summer. For the rest of the year, London ambiance is defined by the weather – rain and gloom are usually negatives, but London is somehow enhanced by it. Autumn is London’s finest season; rainwater trickling between the cobblestones on a narrow street, the history brought to life by the grittiness of the current day, a warm fire crackling in a cozy room as the night draw in. However, a hot summer’s day in London brings a new side out of the city, a side which loves to be in the open air and enjoying the many leafy parks, the pavement cafes, and outside events. The population spills out into the streets and markets, and doesn’t even care that the Underground suddenly becomes a bit unbearable.

If you visit in the summer, be sure to make the most of London’s outdoors. Walks along the banks of the Thames, visits to the many open air markets, walking through the parklands, and experiencing events such as the Notting Hill Carnival and London Pride. Take in the views from the London Eye, or go on a riverboat tour. And if it rains, you have some of the world’s best museums and galleries  to keep you occupied.


Second stop, Arundel in West Sussex. Often criminally overlooked by guides, it’s a small town between Brighton and Portsmouth, not far from the south coast. But what it lacks in size, it makes up for in history.

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Arundel Castle dominates the landscape, the town nestled beneath it. Purchasing a ticket to go inside allows you into a different world, from the well-stocked armoury which bristles with swords and muskets (and one particularly huge broadsword), from the elegantly furnished royal rooms, to the ancient bailey and tiny, dark dungeon. The history doesn’t stop there; in the town itself are the remains of a friary, scenic in its disrepair, and the French-Gothic Arundel Cathedral. Walk along the River Arun, watching swans floating by, and take in the countryside.


Enjoy the small shops – antiques and books are a specialty, and the covered shopping arcades are elegant and fun to explore, with quirky specialist shops. Need a shop full of carved walking sticks? Arundel has one.


And finally, a canal ten minutes from my front door. Because sometimes, when it’s summer in England, it’s just nice to go out and see what you can find. And in this case, I found loads and loads of blackberries growing underneath a gentle sun. Swifts flew though the air, taking insects off the surface of the water, and harassing a hawk which flew too near to their barn. A canalboat chugged past, the driver waving. Dragonflies buzzed around the reeds.


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And if you were wondering, yes, the blackberries were delicious.

John Ruskin said that “there really is no such thing as bad weather; only different kinds of good weather.” He was right. Enjoy England whichever time of the year you visit – we’re well prepared for rainy days – but if you’re lucky, you may get a glimpse of that rare beast, the English summer.

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Do you have a favourite time of year? Is there a particular country which suits a particular season? Share your tips in the comments!


  • Reply
    August 21, 2017 at 1:52 pm

    Summer is just the best. It’s winter here for us and I am counting the days till summer returns. Great pics there and I love the look of those blackberries. 😉

    • Reply
      August 21, 2017 at 7:04 pm

      I agree; it’s definitely the season when I feel happiest – I hope summer comes quickly for you! (whereabouts in the world are you?) And they did go beautifully in a blackberry and apple crumble. 😃

      • Reply
        August 21, 2017 at 9:56 pm

        It sure is the happy season! 😉
        I’m in Melbourne Australia. You?

        • Reply
          August 22, 2017 at 6:40 am

          I’m from Sussex in the U.K. – funnily enough, Melbourne has always been somewhere that’s intrigued me, because I remember reading somewhere that Melbourne had a load of Sussex plants, trees, and animals brought there in the early days of the city, because they wanted to create a mini-Sussex – I’ve always wondered if it would seem slightly familiar if I went there! 😛

          • amindfultravellerblog
            August 22, 2017 at 7:36 am

            Well you’ll just have to organise a trip to come and check it out for yourself, lol…..
            That’s very interesting. I haven’t been to Sussex so I can’t compare either! 😊

          • thatanxioustraveller
            August 22, 2017 at 8:01 am

            Yup! If I can fly to Australia, I can fly anywhere! I’d love to visit one day – I hope you make it to Sussex, too! 🙂

          • amindfultravellerblog
            August 22, 2017 at 8:03 am

            Most definitely. X

  • Reply
    August 23, 2017 at 7:40 pm

    Great pictures!

  • Reply
    August 28, 2017 at 7:19 am

    Summer rain is just glorious. I open all the windows in a downpour.

    • Reply
      August 28, 2017 at 11:17 am

      Me too; I love that smell!! It gets really humid where my boyfriend lives; he always finds me sticking halfway out of a window when it rains.

  • Reply
    August 31, 2017 at 3:08 pm

    Awesome Frnd!

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