… in being very hot indeed. Unlike many of my compatriots, I have a temporary refuge.
At seven o’clock this evening the day shift of holiday-makers was going home, and the second shift of local residents was drifting steadily in, but if you walked far enough there was elbow room.
Walking through the waveline is deeply enjoyable when you can happily allow the odd random biggie to splash all over your skirt, as the breeze is warm enough to dry it out in ten minutes flat.
Later the moon was low and the sky was high.
At 10.30 pm it is still 25°C and I resentfully notice that, according to the local live weather station, the temperature is edging upwards again. Where are those ice lollies I made earlier…