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Not looking forward to extreme heat

Homebird

It is just about reaching as hot as I can bear, towards the upper 20s. If we get extreme heat for a few days I get through it by thinking that it will be over soon. At the moment next week is predicted to be around 30 all week and often the prediction gets higher as it gets closer.

I like to be outside at least some of each day, but I am not sure there will be much that is bearable. 

I am hoping they have got it wrong and it reduces sooner than Monday week.

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  • I keep hearing 1976 mentioned in relation to heat, so I did some research as all I remember was grass going brown and staying that way for a long time and hosepipe bans. We lived on the South Coast then. I looked up to see what I could find and apparently we only had temperatures in the 20s. I found an interesting article by Matt from the BBC about it and see that other areas had temperatures above 30. The other thing I remember is that there must have been rain in Cornwall because when we stayed with family there, the grass was green. 

  • in reply to Homebird

    1976 was a significant year for me and the hot summer is etched on my memory.

    I spent two weeks in the South of France. Nearly everything growing was parched and the grass was the colour of hay. Golden brown is my abiding memory of France. When I returned home, the countryside looked like it did in France, golden brown. I had been expecting to be greeted home by the smell of fresh air and to see emerald green grass so it felt surreal.

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  • in reply to Homebird

    1976 was a significant year for me and the hot summer is etched on my memory.

    I spent two weeks in the South of France. Nearly everything growing was parched and the grass was the colour of hay. Golden brown is my abiding memory of France. When I returned home, the countryside looked like it did in France, golden brown. I had been expecting to be greeted home by the smell of fresh air and to see emerald green grass so it felt surreal.

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