Yesterday was another hot one, but of course that's a relative term after recent meteorological events. I think I'm still recovering from the 'heatwave' last week and that's why yesterday felt like such a trial. As soon as the mercury hit 25, my body went 'oh shit, here we go again' and went into 'over-reaction / heat-protection' mode. I felt lethargic, unenthusiastic and anxious.
One thing I have re-learnt this weekend is that I definitely prefer beach visits in the evening. The main heat of the day is gone, there are less people around and the Sun is not so powerful. It's relaxing, rather than scorching. We met up with Philippa's sporty chums for a day on the sand and I found everything from noon to 3pm rather unpleasant. We had a little beach tent set up to give Mathew some shade and I spent most of my time laying inside it keeping myself safe. I ventured out once or twice, for a swim or to play bowls, and each time the sand was hotter and my feet felt sorer. I may have inadvertently returned to my 'Grumpy Old Man In His Thirties' persona that floats to the surface in times of physical stress.
Thankfully, its cooler today and my mood has improved accordingly.
Sorry if this entry hasn't made sense. I've been writing it bit by bit in between phone calls and I'm still getting back into the swing of it after a few days off from the blogsphere.
RC 25-7-22
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