The weather is weird. Actually, it is creepy. So many years after my move to Motovun, I have become used to shedding my winter clothing by mid-March, but it is very different this year. I cannot even imagine going around in shorts and sandals even though it is May already. In fact, I am still wearing my full winter gear. Although it gets sunny and warm on an odd day, it is cold and damp most of the time. And the central heating in my house keeps kicking in quite regularly. What is even worse, it is far from clear how much longer this funny weather will persist. There are forecasts galore, but they are all suspect by now. Slowly but surely, memories of English weather are grabbing hold of me. They are creeping into my bones. They are suffocating me. Only an entire week or maybe two of truly splendid weather would shake them off. For a while, at least.