Thursday, July 2, 2015
Bursting into Flames
I'm not sure exactly what's happened. We've gone from our normal gentle, temperate weather to living inside an Easy Bake Oven. Yesterday was the hottest July day on record for the UK -- 98º F at Heathrow airport. That's just a few degrees short of the hottest temperature ever recorded in the UK.
Needless to say, all the ladybird larvae in our garden that had the misfortune to be in direct sun were standing up yesterday! (But the ones in shade were not, which seems to confirm my suspicion that their behavior is somehow related to heat, or maybe light.)
Dave and I do not have air conditioning, which is typical for the UK, so we kept yesterday's activity to a minimum. I went down to St. John's Wood to pick up some scanned negatives, and then we spent the afternoon in the dining room -- the coolest room in the house. I worked on another photo project, and Dave worked on some music for the next school term.
Once the hottest part of the afternoon was past, the heat wasn't unpleasant. We had dinner outside on the patio, and sat in the garden on our rickety bench. If only we had fireflies in England! That would have made our summer evening complete. I miss fireflies.
One thing that makes hot weather interesting -- everyone's windows are open, so you can hear everything going on in all the neighbors' houses. The kid playing Frere Jacques on the flute. The crying baby. The (probably drunk) guys belting out a pop tune in the garden up the street. City life!
(Photo: Kilburn, on June 11.)