But it IS ridiculous. I know they say 'ne'er cast a clout 'til May be out', but I'm still wearing scarves and hats to walk the dog on the beach and it's June. Flaming June apparently. Too right! A tiny glimpse of watery sunshine sees me flinging all the shop doors open, only to shut most of them half an hour later after we've all donned thick cardigans and scarves, and the wind's blowing a hooley around the shop picking up leaflets and signs in it's wake.