Hot Hot Hot

3/6/11

Well it’s another hot day but it’s not the heat that’s the problem it’s the humidity. Just sitting still we get sweaty. Walking turns us into wet tee shirt competitors and god forbid we ever break out into a run for we may just drop down dead. With this in mind the Lu plan of getting up early is still in force even though lots of complaining emanates from the mass under the sheets next to me. After a coffee and some food the moaning one moans less and once we are on the mopeds and heading to the beach with the wind in our hair he is even looking like he may smile.

Arriving at the beech James is installed on a sun longer and I set off for a long walk in search of a Kayak to rent. I do find some but at 3 times the price of having a moped I decline politely and return t James. After another taxing day of playing cards, reading books and sweating we head back to the hotel for our mid day session of cooling in an air conditioned room. Once the heat has gone we swim before heading down the hill to the Irish bar for a pint (yes a real pint glass- its funny what you get nostalgic about) and some good Irish food. The TV was tuned to the French open so we watched Andy Murray win something although we now know his luck would not hold out as the following day he would loose and turn back to the Scottish looser as opposed being British when he wins.