Beat the Heat!

We hoiked it beachward for an early visit today, getting there ahead of the anticipated 'Death Valley Temperature Spike'.
I know we have to be careful this week, and I know this is something we're not used to dealing with, but I have to say that the coverage of it and the scaremongering has gone a bit over the top. It's almost like the 'Doomsaying' attitude that ran rife during the pandemic is still alive and well and dominating the British media. Yes, 38 Celsius is more than we're used to, but it's only a few notches on the thermometer above what we had a couple of weeks ago. Surely we can put up with 72 hours of Meditteranean-style Summer before we face yet another shitty, wet August? Countless people schlep over to Turkey and Greece every year (pandemic notwithstanding) and it's 40+ over there for months at a time. Tourists cope. Why shouldn't they survive when they face that same climate at home? I had BBC Radio 5Live on at work since Thursday, to listen to the excellent coverage of The Open, and every news bulletin from midday Friday to 9pm Saturday was EXACTLY the same. Just re-stating the same old shit about a Red Weather Warning and what might happen and WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!
Stop worrying about it, prepare for it as best you can, then ride it out until Wednesday.

Anyway, enough of that - back to today's beach trip. We swam, we made sandcastles, we dealt with Mathew's hatred of trying to eat snacks with sandy hands, and we got back home before the rush of lunchtime beach raiders and before the onslaught of oven-like warmth.  Marvellous.

RC 17-7-22