Far From the Madding Crowd
Health warnings issued (at 32.2C or 89.9F, normal for many places) but here roads melt, train lines buckle, grass fires erupt, and 650 dead in nine days. Oh my god is this really happening in
? Does this prolonged heat wave mean the globe is warming wonders sceptics? Nah; can’t be true, especially if you tell me its manmade…makes me feel guilty, so I have to go into denial. Anyway, it was as hot as this in the 1980s says sceptic. Britain
After months of gloomy greyness, and limp summers, the glorious sunshine is welcomed by me. And I am grateful for a Victorian brick house, which defies insulation, with its sash windows easily forming vectors of cool air. Nevertheless, the sun is blistering and quite treacherous from about 1100 to 1500. I’m not complaining but my body is, especially my heart.
Look forward to opportunity to get away from the heat~trapping concrete jungle that is inner
. Soon heading off to one of my two most favourite locations in London England…Devon; the Lake District being the second.
A few yards from the cottage is a river that lulls to sleep at night, then gurgles and gushes as it demands your attention at the merest hint of a return to consciousness.
For a change of scenery just about 30 minutes drive away are some of the most beautiful beaches in the country (although nothing is as fabulous as the beach at Craster in Northumberland, which the locals insist visitors keep secret). But this one in
Devon holds its own, far away from the madding crowds and arcades with their infernal slot machines.
Can’t come quick enough for me.