It's 44 degrees here at the moment and so hot that I have to walk Biff early. Until 9.00am it's perfect, with even a cool breeze - but after that, it's as if someone flicked on a giant Infra-red lamp over the Poitevin countryside. And if you are mad enough to venture out mid-afternoon, it's so exhausting you have to lie down in a dark room for an hour on your return.
Everything looks brown and burnt, while the frazzled sunflowers are no longer sunny but are hanging their heads and looking sad. As for the blackberries, they shrivelled on the branch before turning purple this year. It's as if we're in autumn already, even though it's only mid-August.