Now: Partly cloudy
Wind: N a 11 km/h
I took Darwin for a walk earlier than usual this morning so that he could run about and get some exercise before the heat overpowered him. Even so, the earthy path was powder-dry and the air that rose from the ground was hot and scorched-pine scented. The scent was of holidays on baking campsites. Darwin gamefully chased a stick for just over half the way, but then decided a little caution was the better option for getting home again without spontaneously combusting. He trotted at my side, hogging the shadows as we descended the steep streets back to the 'coolth' of our house.
Now, as I emerge from a postprandial siesta (as I do so often these days) I discover Ruy is playing football, for heaven's sake - the boy is crazy! FR is sweating in Granada, hopefully casting some new actors so that he can start rehearsals for a play. Mateo, Romy and I are closed away in the dark - I understand why the Spanish keep the shutters down and the windows closed now - keeping the heat out - though I have to fight my instinct to want to do the reverse and let in some 'fresh air'. I would say we are in a state of torpor.
Tomorrow, there is to be a open-air cheese festival in Alcala la Real, in the square near the town hall - I think cheese makers could have hoped for a more temperate day to be sitting in front of their wares from 11 til 2!
I am plucking up the energy and the courage to go out onto the roof terrace to collect my washing, which will be, without doubt, bone-dry.
Forgive my lacklustre post. Whilst the weather is incredibly hot, it is a dry heat - I don't have that horrid, sweaty feeling that I hated about hot days in the UK - it is most definitely energy-sapping.
I am struglling to lifftmy fingerssssssssssfrom the ksys and keeeeeeesp focusedddddddddddddddd. Waaaaaaaaaaatterr. Ineedd wattttttttttteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrr.