We just finished a week of very very hot weather – for us, and maybe in general. Mid to high 80s (around 30 C) and humid. It was truly beautiful and the garden loved it. In all media outlets, it was called a ‘heat wave’. Probably not for many other places, but for here, definitely.
The dog didn’t love it. He and I walked early and he slept most of the rest of the time in front of the fan. Every once in a while he’d dip his front paws into the little pool I got him, but he wouldn’t go in all the way. Which is weird because he’s always been happy to go into the local stream. Maybe he only likes moving water.
I loved the heat and didn’t love it. I adore summer. But hot weather is harder here than any other place I’ve been (New York City and North Carolina in August; an island in the Maldives 40 km north of the equator — they were all easier). Beyond the fact people here go loopy (seriously) as soon things really warm up, and you can’t escape to air conditioning, the consistently very high humidity just makes everything … sticky.
Anyway, the weather broke on Friday evening. It rained all night and into Saturday late morning. Then, the sun came out again. On Saturday, I persuaded my son to go with me to the recycling centre and then to the garden centre with the promise of ice cream at the garden centre.
No go. They no longer have a freezer near the door. Why take away an ice cream freezer? It’s no threat to anyone or anything.
So, he said, could we go to the seaside and get stuff from the new shack. So we did. Salted caramel ice cream for me with clotted cream and toffee sauce in an edible cup. He got Biscoff and cookies & cream in a waffle cone. It wasn’t the same as ice cream from Ample Hills in Brooklyn (which we went to each evening the last time we visited NY in 2018) but it sufficed.
(Second line from bottom says ‘Condition: British Weather’)
Then we walked from the new development (mediocre patisserie and very expensive ‘beach shack’ — who locates a pricey restaurant in a down-at-the-heels seaside town??? – I mean I know all of a sudden everyone and their mother wants to own property down here, but they don’t want to be here – rather, southwest and northwest out on the spit of land that’s south Devon, north Devon and Cornwall) to the other end of the seafront and back again.
I haven’t been to the sea front near us in a long while. The light, the air, the smell. It made me yearn for a beach holiday. Can we pack and leave now? Sigh.
The heavens opened up again just as we got home. Mother Nature really wanted us to have that ice cream …
One of the things I noticed during our heat wave was that the jasmine was stronger this year than ever before. The smell was glorious – in the morning, the only time it was remotely cool; at night, just sitting in the air.
The smell is still strong, but nothing like it was last week with the fragrance sitting on that hot, humid air.
So, how’s your weather? What do you think of down-at-the-heels seaside towns? And is jasmine a thing for you?