Gerald Durrell. My family and other animals (№ 212435)

A sharp wind blew out the Jul like a candle, and over the land hung a leaden August sky. Endlessly gushing small prickly rain vadovas in the wind dark grey wave. Bathing on the beaches of Bournemouth turned their blind faces towards wood green-gray frothy sea, and it is with rage rushed at coastal concrete shaft. Gulls in the confusion fly away into the Bank and then with a plaintive moans floated around the city by their elastic wings. This weather specially designed to harass people.