On Friday when the flat became stupidly hot we decided to leave a little early. It wasn't quite as hot out as the the day we went to the Cornubia carefully scutting between patches of shade so this fooled us a bit.
We set out, sensibly enough, maybe with the possibility of going to Martha's. But, instead we headed towards the Cider Box to check out the work that was happening around the new University buildings. "Wanna turn around?" he asked as we passed the Cider Box. "I'm fine,", I said after he had confirmed he wasn't in the mood for cider.
So we walked.
Past the Rhubarb with its sad facade and the chances of it being a pub diminishing by the minute.
It got hotter and the amount of shade disappeared to nothing.
We crossed the railway (coincidentally I saw an old picture of the area just the next day) and decided to head onto the cyclepath "because it'll be shadier".
It wasn't.
We arrived at the Barley Mow knackered, hot and absolutely gagging for a pint.
Our pints of Notorious disappeared considerably quicker than usual. Even the BBB who almost never goes anywhere without a jumper admitted that it had been too hot and that he was knackered after walking a mere 2 miles.
So yesterday I definitely wasn't going far. We took games to Marthas instead - it was a good move.
We're heading south tomorrow and coastal Sussex promises to be a good few degrees cooler than here. I can't say I'm sorry.
Our neighbour messaged today to say she'd done as we'd asked and picked some tomatoes from our front garden. This means there will be some in the back garden that also need our attention.
It's possible, also, that I've already ordered beer to be delivered...let's hope the aircon on the trains home is working...
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