I have caved in and put on an underwear layer and heavy duty late Autumn top clothing. I wore a warm hat when I ventured out, one unlikely to blow off. The wearing of said hat, incidentally, has absolutely nothing to do with Ascot week.

The seasonal(note, 'seasonal') solstice arrived and is flitting. I would be more physically content if there wasn't the constant flirting around with notional seasons, especially one called Summer.

>:-[