Norfolk hasn't had any rain to speak of for weeks and luxuriant foliage is a thing of distant memory (as it is for Sean Connery).
Meanwhile, Big Nana's knee deep in persistant rain up in Lancaster and they have a hose-pipe ban in force. We don't have one down here where the subject invokes a torrent of abuse, albeit ironic that it involves an abuse of torrents. (That reminds me of Oz's most hilarious joke about the electric fan tipping over and landing on me - something about "the fan hitting the shit").
If you missed it, there was a programme on BBC4 on Monday called "The Great British Outdoors" featuring archive footage from the 1950's and 60's of the populace and their love affair with everything to do with outdoor life. A great deal of it seemed to involve making the outdoors as much like the indoors as possible, with wonderful scenes of families in sports jackets sitting around in caravans smoking and eating a full roast dinner.
My favourite spot came at around 29.30 mins where there was a demonstration of exotic picnic fare. One suggestion was carving cucumbers into little baskets with handles and filling them with salad cream and cream cheese. It was straight out of Abigail's Party and I can't wait to get a cucumber and try this out.