Heat – 35 degrees. So one swims.
Winds – 130 kms. One takes shelter.
A cool change. Winds of 137 kms. One battens down the hatches.
Broken willow – again. How much more can my beloved front willow take?
The back willow streaming and swirling in the wind.
The dogs ‘cool pool’ filling with debris.
My veggie garden burned to a cinder.
The French beans – just matured, are beyond repair.
The bay whipped to a frenzy.
And now we have thunder and lightning! Dogs clinging to my sides as wind and thunder create anxiety for them.
Sooo over it. But at least it’s cool!!!!
Poor Prue – you really are having a rough time of it! As are Cornwall and Devon over here. I’m almost ashamed of our mild, though rather wet, winter in Scotland. Never a sign of snow. A slight frost on a couple of mornings, gone by lunchtime. Everything has gone mad!
The bonus – and it’s a really good one, Ann, is that we can swim at any time of the day or night and get cool! I feel very sorry for the elderly and new babes though – unless they are in airconditioned spaces, it must be very hard to cope with.
I’ll trade you. Minus 17 here and windy and snow.
Two days of yours for a week of mine – I doubt I could handle -17 with wind for any longer. It has the sound of Antarctica for us here in Australia. I do feel for you all in the northern hemisphere, it has been mind-blowing to see on the TV news and online.
On Countryfile on the BBC last night they showed someone swimming in a tarn in the Lake District. Dire warnings not to do this yourself – you could die of heart failure. The man who swam is hardened to it, he swims there every day, but he could only stay in 15 minutes. Otherwise he’d have died of hypothermia, so . . . no swimming here for the moment!