I used to find them irritating (in a Scrooge-like way), but remembering what it was like to live in a town which emptied in the summer months, I now appreciate both. As I have already mentioned, you are never more than a 10 minute drive from real countryside here, so I really do have the best of both worlds.
My German dentist friend is due to come and stay for a couple of days in a couple of weeks, we have booked up our mate's house in St. Ives, Cornwall for September and they have just introduced a hose-pipe ban in the North West of England (yes, the same place where houses were washed away by floods a couple of months ago), so things are shaping up nicely.
Wimbledon has finished, Rugby has finished, Paris is empty, one more summer-school to do (by that nice church), so now all I have to do is finish that big stone head and start the rest of the work. It was a wonderful, snowy winter, and now it is a wonderfully warm, British summer. And when this finishes, it should be a cracking season for mushroom hunting. Lovely.