Legends from our own lunchtimes

Friday, June 05, 2015

Hot hot hot -

The old villages with their apparently ad-hoc street patterns and haphazard alignments seem to reflect light and warmth into every nook and cranny.  This may well be a good thing for much of the year, but on the few days that the temperature is approaching forty degrees it is not terribly desirable at least from our perspective.

We had been smart enough, or perhaps lucky enough to notice not long after we arrived yesterday that there was a spot in the harbour being vacated, which seemed to lie in the shade of a tree for much of the day, and in the shadow of a large wall for the entire evening, and promptly made a move to fill it.

In the face of a forecast promising temperatures in the high thirties, we thought that being moored out of the sun would be a sensible idea, but a British gentleman of kindly although somewhat underdressed disposition immediately took it upon himself to warn us that we would be in the shade in the afternoon, as though it was a bad thing not to be slowly burning oneself to a crisp.  

His look of astonishment, then bemusement when we explained that we were hoping that that would be the case, was worth bottling.  “But you are Australian!” he exclaimed although the connection between being Australian and wantonly frying oneself to a bright red tone was never made clear.

Here we sat then in relative comfort, under our tree in the shade, with our roof slid back, once again holding court until the wee small hours of tomorrow, glad that we had no pressing business in the morning.



cara said...

Being a Brit, I would have to say that most of us are brought up from an early age listening to weather forecasters telling us to make the most of the good weather. By making the most of - that means jumping into the skimpiest clothes possible and standing/lying in full sun. It's odd for us to see Aussies running for shade at every opportunity. My Aussie in laws have a roll-down metal awning on their windows to keep the sun out on hot days...which I will never get used to (electric light on a sunny day??? what a waste!). An Australian friend of mine was on holiday in Ireland and spent some time finding the shadiest spot in the Tesco car park much to the amusement of her Irish husband. I reckon it's only when you have the experience of relentless burning ozone-layer-less sunshine, feeling like you are going to pass out when you get into a car type heat, unable to touch the steering wheel or put your legs on the upholstery, that you truly get the whole joy-of-shade thing.

bitingmidge said...

Ha! Yes Cara, that's exactly the attitude that prevails.

If I had a dollar for every time I've found myself quietly standing in the shade of a street light pole......... :-)

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