I have been putting out a lot of posts about films recently. But today I am back to normal for a while, and writing about the weather again. The heat continues here, the hottest summer since 1976. Well into July, and we are still experiencing regular daytime temperatures of 28-30 C, with it rarely dropping below 16 overnight.
After so many years of three-day summers, and unrelenting rain, I am very happy to be enjoying this change in fortune. I cannot remember the last time I wore long trousers or socks, and I haven’t had a coat out of the wardrobe for over three months. No central heating has been required, and the washing can still be hung outside on the line.
But putting on my ‘sensible hat’, I can see it is not all good, in a country woefully unprepared for such summer bounty.
The grass on the lawn is like yellow dust, parched and unappealing.
(But at least I don’t have to cut it)
The Beech hedges are growing like crazy, and beginning to block out the light into the living room.
(So I will have to cut them)
Ollie is uncomfortable in the house at night, and will not tolerate a fan on him. So we do feel for his poor fur-covered body, as we watch him panting.
The Oak trees are spraying sap like a sticky car-wash, covering anything and everything outside.
Having all the windows open means that we get a lot of unwelcome visitors too. Flies, biting insects, and fluttering, annoying moths.
Then there are the people with medical issues that mean they can not escape the heat, especially those living in stifling cities, or large towns. Breathing problems exacerbated, allergies out of control. For them, this ‘good summer’ is one of misery and hardship. It seems we can never win in the UK, as whatever weather we get is always going to be bad for someone.
And it actually rained yesterday!
Well, for ten minutes, between 5:53 pm and 6:03.