We escaped to the British Seaside to escape the lack-of-bathroom. I give you a perfect study in contradictory British weather.
Saturday: an ice-cream on the seafront. The Pocket Dictator refused to wear a coat but needed the hat to protect her hair from the wind.
Sunday: twilight, buffeted by the wind and the rain (and fast asleep in the Zapp with her Bagpuss.)
Go on! You know you want to tell me what you think!