In the romanticism of my conjured-up childchood memories the heat of the Australian summer bathes my bare limbs, and the dry winds warm my face upturned to the generous sun.
In reality however, the long stretch of a heatwave, the hottest and longest on record for nearly 50 years, has sapped my mind, enveloped me in a fug of heat-induced stupor, stolen my sleep and scorched my limbs. The light is intense. The sunlight blinds and burns.
We adapt our daily life. We live in the early cooler hours and take refuge in our hot house in the heat of the day, the air conditioning next to useless. Cold showers bring our temperature down. We breakfast at the beach and swim before the sun rises high in the sky.
The bone-chilling cold kept us indoors in London; the searing heat keeps us indoors here.
Can anyone teach me a rain-dance?
I've spent the last 30 mins mopping up the condensation from the window sills as the temperature in Copenhagen has plummeted below zero. Can we swap for a day?!!
Posted by: Katherine Ball | January 28, 2012 at 09:19