'Have you been in?' we ask. On Sunday, I was still doubtful.

On Monday I got in three times. Without even squealing. That's twice more than I managed during the whole of last summer.

The sea was green, shrouded in heat haze.

Today I'm hot and cranky and a long way from the beach.

I'm reading The Go-Between which is set in a heatwave summer.

I'm not sure that it doesn't make me feel hotter.

But at least I don't have to wear a Norfolk jacket. And socks with suspenders. Or stays.