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.