Only a few days ago, I was posting about walking in the warm sunshine, and Ollie having to have three dips in the river to cool down.
Okay, I appreciate that 26C was an unusual temperature this early, but it was only last night that I had to sleep on top of the bedcovers with a fan blowing on me from the end of the bed.
But this is England.
Today started out cloudy and overcast, and didn’t feel too warm.
On Ollie’s walk, he only went into the river once, to have a drink. The sun didn’t appear, and I was walking briskly once again, untroubled by any heat. Although some young girls were swimming in the river, I was reminded that it was only two days ago that I saw almost fifty women and children in the same spot, using tents and towels to shade the youngsters from the hot sun.
The best we could manage here on the 4th of June was 15C. And by 3pm it was raining.
Now it is 6:30 pm, in summer. Still raining, windows closed, gloomy outside, and lights on.
The 21st of June is the longest day. Midsummer, in England.
It was good while it lasted…