It’s like a Heatwave! Burnin’ in my heart, Heatwave! It’s tearing’ me apart*
Well it looks like we are finally rocking to a bit of a heatwave here in the good old U.K. The land of umbrella’s, cups of tea and stiff upper lips.
There was a song by Noel Coward telling us that only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
Now being a Scotsman, I cannot attest to this fact although I do know that when I go out in the said sun I nearly always end up looking like a belisha beacon!
If you are unfamiliar with the summers here in the U.K (yeah right, you have to have been living under a rock not to know at least ONE joke about the British summer time!) then you must first understand that we seldom get a real cracking hot days (unfortunately, to be assured of sunshine enough to lay in, it is nearly always a requirement to travel abroad for ones holiday) on their own let alone any amount of sequential hot days that might constitute an entire spell of good weather.