August is the kind of summer month that is plagued by ads for school bags and feels noticeably darker and smells quite different from July, with just the tiniest hint of autumn crispness in the air. But it is a summer month, and one of these years I’ll be able to take a holiday in August. (Please?) It has always seemed unfair that one of the nicest months of the year is all about getting back to work. Not that work can’t be a good thing, and planning for the new ‘school year’ can be energising and enjoyable, but. Plenty of time in September, right?
Just to remind you, and me, that it’s still summer: go have this if you’re in the neighbourhood and they’re still serving it.
It’s the best iced tea I’ve ever had, and if you’re lucky, it’s still available here.