31 degrees.

Far too warm.

The dog agrees.

We hugged the shade, chased the breeze and the air-con in the car was on full blast. I'm of an age when we used to look forward to good weather, nowadays it is end of days doom and gloom. Although saying that our walks in the shady woods witness a lot of die back of usually vigorous vegetation especially the rhododendrons which really seem to be drought stressed.

Rain forecast Sunday. Hurrah.  We have a wee music festival this weekend, Sophie Ellis Bextor Ocean Colour Scene Del Amitri Callum Beattie Primes Be Charlotte Johnny Mac and The Faithful Mark Sharp & The Bicycle Thieves Connor  Fyfe. Hue and Cry Human League et al. Gonna be sweaty!

The blip? An experiment with chemistry. My fingerprints never grew back.