Well it's sort of about holidays. In a single afternoon I saw two crowded beaches, three lighthouses, two windmills, lots of cormorants and kittiwakes, a funfair and a zoo. It's probably the nearest I'll get to a holiday this year.
Summer came to England's north-east coast today. And I have it on good authority that it's going to last until Sunday.
So here's what I did. Since this is ten minutes walk from my front door I went there.
Another ten minutes and I was here.
It took me about an hour to get here.
And another fifteen minutes to find the pub.
Which is at the bottom of a lift shaft.
And by the time I got here I was as brown as a berry.
Tomorrow it's the annual Ashbrooke beer festival. If I comment on any stories tomorrow evening, expect the odd typo.
(None of the above images are my property.)
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Sizzles In The Seventies!
Oh, allow me to feel some pain for you! Unnh, Unnnnnnnnh! Sorry, not going to happen. It was really much cooler here today, only got up to 88 degrees F. Back into the mid-high nineties tomorrow, with triple digits on the horizon.
"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin
No idea if this link will
No idea if this link will work or not.
If it does, this is what high temperatures do to people in the UK.
http://www.channel4.com/programmes/black-books/4od#3106401
Seventies
I wish it was only in the 70's here in Massachusetts. It is not as hot as what the South West is seeing right now but we are presently in an official heat wave here (3 consective days in the 90's). The second heat wave we have seen so far this year. I suspect that I would be feeling more comfortable in the heat wave on the west coast though because we also get the heat with oppressive humidity.
As for that Pub, that looks to be an interesting location for a Pub.
Yeah...
70's are sooooo not hot.
Actually we've not been all that hot here in Ohio this year either... Mostly just muggy as hell. We've been having what amounts to a monsoon season here this summer. Just steadily increasing nastiness until it all blows up in a thunderstorm late afternoons and through till morning, when the cycle repeats.
Abigail Drew.
Marsden
I wrote THAT lift shaft into one of my stories*, with the screaming of the kittiwakes and the grunting of the fulmars. Always been a favourite spot for me.
*Too Little Too Late/Extra Time
I'll look it up straight
I'll look it up straight away.
I heard an amusing story about the Marsden Grotto pub when it first started serving meals back in the 80s. No one was ordering, so the chef fried some onions, put them in a covered dish and told one of the staff to walk to and fro with it asking customers if they'd paid for food at the bar. The aroma did the trick. Within minutes everyone was hungry.
That place
I used to ride out there, as a young 'male', back from college, wardrobe purged, no job, and sit in one of the little caves and listen to the sea till it got dark. Tears were shed...
Do the heat wave...
Hold your arms above your head and dance in front of the A/C vent, trying to cool your pits.
Hey! It's not a heat wave here until it's been above a hundred for a week and above 110 for at least one day. Otherwise, it's just summer weather. Then again, the humidity is pretty low here so if you stay out of the sun, it isn't actually that hot. I make do with just a desert (evaporative) cooler.
I grew up where temps up to 115 are normal summer and a heat wave is when it gets to 120 and stays for several days. It's also wetter down there because of all the farming. Imperial Valley (Southeast corner of CA) is a wonderful place to be from -- far away from.
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Evaporative desert whah?
We always called them swamp coolers and my sister and I got rid of ours when we inherited this house, to reduce our power bill and be green and stuff. But then we can afford to, since unlike the blast furnace insanity of Las Vegas it only gets above 100 about 10 days a year here in northern Nevada, and as long as it stays in the 90's that's just good summer weather to us. Above 100 is when I dump a bucket of water over my head about every 90 minutes then hang out in front of the fan on the screened porch (or I "accidentally" drench myself when I'm moving the water from one of our 16 fruit trees to the next); feels so good as I dry. But I don't know what you'd call that dance...
I love the low humidity, hot-but-not-ridiculous summers here.
And any weather I don't have to SHOVEL is good weather.
~~~hugs, Veronica
What borders on pure insanity?
Canada and Mexico.
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