We have two summers in Ireland.
The first one used to be at the start of June – it was known as the Leaving Cert heatwave, as that is just when school exams are in progress. I have noticed that in recent years this has shifted a bit and now tends to fall in May. Regular as clockwork. Every year. I used to plan my annual leave accordingly and was rarely disappointed.
The May/June heatwave always gave promise of a long hot summer but those of us of elder years know better. The heatwave ends and we are in for three months of real Irish weather which consists generally of rain or cloudy days and temperatures that occasionally mean firing up the central hating.
The second summer happens in the first week or two of September – this is known as the Back to School Heatwave which is self explanatory.. God seems to have it in for school kids?
We are currently enjoying the latter but it is due to end in the next day or two. Temperatures have been high by Irish standards, in the high twenties and non-stop sunshine [except at night]. I know people will say that’s not particularly high by international standards but both summers tend to be quite humid. A high twenty in Ireland is a good deal less comfortable than a high thirty in France. I speak from experience.
what amuses me is the reaction of the meeja and the weather forecasters. Ever year they react with amazement and act as if it is their benevolence that is treating us to a good spell. We have headlines promising us that records possibly will be broken and to pile on the sunscreen lotion. We have had a Yellow Alert for the last week to tell us how scared we should be.
I’ll be sorry when the temperatures drop and the wind rises as then I’ll have to close the doors to the garden. I love having the doors open.
I don’t have to keep letting Penny in or out.