Yay I’ll answer :wink:
For me I think it’s the old cliché of freshly mown grass…combined with the smell of suncream, warm air blowing, the sound of cutlery and crockery clinking as everyone has their windows open as they cook/eat dinner.
Laughter always sounds more lighthearted in the summer months…a cold beer, sitting on Blackheath, music playing somewhere in the background.
Light evenings, lazy days and chilled weekends…
*ponders on more*