For me summer is driving with the roof open (and not having to have the heater on and wear a coat, scarf and gloves), wearing plimsolls and using the summerhouse. It (the summerhouse) is small, old and ramshackle, and takes up a lot of premium growing space (where the sunniest beds would be) but I absolutely love it. From now until autumn I shall write, make, read and sit here whenever I can. It is never too hot and gets the evening sun as it sinks down over the roof of the house. I have to share it with seedlings, deck chairs and Matilda but all that adds to its charm.