Contrasts

While I got soaked at 12C Baddinsgill, maybe not a brilliant move as I’m still hacking and sniffing my way out of the five week bronchitis, J is being fried, steamed and driven to her wits end by the rolling, never ending heatwave that is contemporary Florence. It has been up to 38C and most of the last week has been in the mid to high 30s.