Last night DH persuaded me to take a drive to the beach (10 mins away) to escape the oppressive heat. It has been well over 30C for a week or so, and disgustingly hot at night. I'm on night shift at the moment so it is really gruelling to attempt daytime sleep when its 37C and dripping with humidity. Even in front of the fan. Sigh.
The weather bureau keeps promising thunderstorms and the sky keeps trying but no...However it was gorgeous at Cottesloe at 8-ish in the evening. Not many people, just a wonderful sunset, and lots of photographers (surprise, surprise). Don of course is genetically unable to resist the urge to throw the body in.
He does love the beach, anytime, anywhere. When we were in Italy last year he even had an illicit swim on a private beach at Viareggio (we're Aussies, whaddya mean 'private beach'?)I took these amateur snaps with my mobile phone... a bit wobbly when on zoom, but the colours! Can you see the fishermen on the groyne?
I'm reading blogs from Alaska, and MA, and Scotland and Norway and they all feature SNOW. Masses of snow. Sigh. (after 17 tries to insert a new paragraph at this point clearly AGAINST the wishes of Blogger who then posts it without one, just imagine a carriage return here...please). I'd like a bit of snow right about now. I bet they'd like a bit of sunset on Cottesloe Beach.