The weekend

The weather has been hanging around the 34 degree mark for a couple of weeks now and is not conducive to cooking or anything much else for that matter. On Friday we ordered a Turkish takeaway from the local restaurant and sat outside wuth family in the cool of the evening. It had been a fraught week for Himself and us all with illness and a rush to hospital in the middle of the bight the previous weekend. After most of the week in hospital he was delighted to be bacl home.

On Saturday we went to the allotment to do some much-needed watering. It was futile, and unbearably hot. We sat in the shade of the hut for a while and then went home

Saturday night was football night so I was very late to bed. I'd intended an early morning swim on Sunday but completely overslept. Good weather at the weekends means a busy beach, something I'm usually at pains to avoid. Nevertheless, the sea was calling. There was a lovely coastal breeze and people were enjoying flinging themselves into the bbreaking waves. I joined them for a bit. We sat by the water's edge and it was lovely to see everyone enjoying themselves.

There is always a boy digging a hole!