The wee 'I sell anything' shop next door ought to have been doing a roaring trade with his flowers today. Blazing sun, record temperatures, and near naked sweltering peoples passing by all day. he may have been better selling cold drinks mind you.
Nothing I like better than blue sky and hot sun. However as a few weeks ago the thing appeared and I spent a mere 30 minutes burning myself I find my skin has not yet recovered properly. The sun is far hotter than I thought! These few days it has been even hotter and most of the time I have avoided it. Those lying about the park will have problems in days to come.
The main problem is we are not used to it. Therefore when the sun comes we jump into it and we burn. In hot societies they avoid the heat of the day and work in the cool times. This nation is not bright enough for that.
It is however becoming nearer the norm tomorrow and rain and hail have fallen not far north of here and of course Scotland lies under a cloud again.
What is it about clouds that fascinates me? Later this afternoon these chaps arrived bubbling up high overhead. I think it is the sheer size of them, nothing but accumulated moisture I suppose but stretching for thousands of feet up into the air and on occasion reaching for hundreds or thousands of miles into the distance. I am not one who sees a cloud shaped like the Bank of England then rushes to send a picture to the 'Daily Mail,' in fact I would rather just enjoy watching them pass by. On my last flight from Edinburgh many years ago the cloud covered quite a large chunk of the voyage and at times there were strange shapes cutting through the cloud for no obvious reason. This in my little head was fascinating to watch.
I think I may need help....
I did sit for ten minutes when some cloud was above us earlier and wondered about those who choose to kick a ball while the majority slumber. I understood them of course but what went through my mind was the thought in their heads 'I could have made it!' All the while they of course know they could not but the dream does not die, not even at my age (27).
The recycled folks will be pleased with me on Friday when they collect the stuff however!