It is already 24°C, the morning is clear, the sun is bright, its rays cascading over the grass and penetrated even the darkest shadows as we took an early walk through the park. At long last the calima has gone and we should have a beautiful weekend.
Temperatures soared yesterday afternoon to a whopping 33°C in the shade as the heat pushed in feeling claustrophobic. The sky was clear, the sun was strong and unrelenting and there was no wind. Despite trying to be as motionless as a rag doll in the creaking patio chair, sweat rolled down my forehead washing mascara into my eyes. Not a good look.