#1013 theoldmortuary ponders.

Create an emergency preparedness plan.

In early June I got heat stroke while swimming in Greece. I learnt that I can no longer cope with really hot temperatures. So my emergency preparedness plan is not to be so daft again.

Today there was a gorgeous cool wind blowing directly up our street. I decided to banish a rather ghastly adobe orange wall in our back lane and turn it white.

The back lane runs parallel to the street, but inexplicably there was no wind. Despite the wind maps arrows.

My emergency preparedness plan, or my newfound common sense made me stop the job not even half done. The back lane was stupidly hot.

A few glasses of water and a cool shower were all I needed to avert a dizzy disaster. But then came the oversharing. Parcels arrived for our neighbours. I felt the need to explain my cold, showered towel-wrapped appearance at 5 pm to the delivery man. Does he care? Of course not he just wants parcels to be received and to no longer to be his responsibility. The irony is that while painting the wall white I missed my own parcel delivery.

Memo to self . No painting of white walls on hot afternoons when everyone in the street including me  is expecting parcels.

No need to explain why I needed a shower.

No over sharing of information.

P.s. I only opened the door because a neighbour had promised me a delivery of some  Saskatchewan Berry Jam later this afternoon. Offers like this are rare in Devon. I think he forgot.

#1012 theoldmortuary ponders.

Earlier this week we had the hottest day of the summer. One giddy day of wall to wall sunshine and no clouds. Over-excited media broadcasters called it a mini heatwave. It was just one day!

Not that we didn’t get a bit giddy and go for an evening adventure in the camper van and a swim at a different beach to our regular one.

A beach that is only dog friendly after 6pm in the summer.  I suppose we imagined that we might be one of the few on the sand at 6.  Not so at all, it was packed and it was only the long shadows of later on that chased people away.

Cawsand Bay was buzzing with happy people. Yachts and motor boats moored, some playing music as they prepared supper in their galleys. Even the wasp- like jet ski’s  were silently bobbing on the waves just taking in the last heat of a lovely day.

However beautiful this spot is in summer we are far more regular visitors in the winter,when the dogs are welcome all day and we can be comforted by warm clothes and hot drinks. We should do this trip more often on summer evenings.