…go out in the midday sun. Noël Coward got it wrong. There’s no sound of human activity outside at all. No tractors, strimmers, mopeds or kiddies playing. The sound of the hot breeze in the tired looking walnut tree leaves is it. The air is clear and after scanning the horizon for any ominous plumes of smoke, eyes pause for a moment on the ever present wind turbines swooshing lazily without a care. Lazy but still enough to be powering our fan with renewable energy. This is pleasing. Remove sunglasses and the light is blinding and white. It is recommended to keep sunglasses on.
36ºC and guess who wants to sit outside in the sun? Our mad little Juta.