Well there it is, Lancashire is ruled over by sadistic weather gods!  How else do you explain it?  All over Europe there’s been a burning hot summer with people complaining about the heat but in Lancashire you’re lucky if you get round to taking the winter duvet off the bed.  It isn’t as if there has been no sunshine at all.  No, it is worse than that.  The sun will come out for the last hour before sunset after a gloomy overcast day.  Alternatively, there’ll be a bright sunrise and then it’ll cloud over and tip it down for the remainder of the day.  All sunny intervals are suspect and even the idea of a really hot sunny day is the kind of legendary myth worthy of Tolkien or Salvatore.  What did the people of Lancashire do to deserve such vengeance from the sadistic weather gods?  Any ideas?