Lewis has been in the grip of a relative heatwave for May. It was in the mid 20s and absolutely wonderful. On Saturday I managed to get all the fences painted and a deal of other garden and outside tasks completed. Unfortunately even the rare treat of a spa bath (I do sometimes wonder why I don't have them more often) afterwards didn't manage completely to allay the stiff muscles in my painting arm shoulder the next morning.
In the evening after school the children jump off the pier into water which at best could be described as less than warm or in most of our minds downright freezing. I'm sure that had I jumped in I would have suffered heart arrest.
All this was taking place a good way from my house and I can only marvel at the ability of modern long-focus lenses (this is the equivalent of about 800mm) to perform hand-held.
On Saturday the sun brought people onto the beach below the house in numbers I can rarely recall seeing before.
Yesterday the sun shone but the wind blew - long, strong and very cold. Apart from a few hardened dog walkers the beach was empty again.