And so the sunny, hot days continue. As Mirinda said to me, as we had our ice cold, Chez Gaz, gazpacho soup in the shade of the terrace, it’s hard to imagine we’d ever wear a fleece again. I find it hard to believe I’ll ever stop wearing a sarong.
Maybe we’d need a light fleece in Trosa at the end of the day. I checked the weather in Trosa to see. While here, in Farnham, the nighttime low temperature is 14°, in Trosa it’s 12°. So, not a lot of difference. Mind you, in the heat of the day, Trosa’s 22° is a lot better than Farnham’s 27°.
I’m guessing that the continued heat is why the Nelson’s Arm has decided to go all European with the picnic benches outside the pub.
I’m not sure I’d like sitting there with the traffic in Castle Street so close by. It would tend to spoil your handmade pie. Mind you, people put up with eating outside at The Albion on Hale Road so, I guess I’m in the minority in my dislike of noise and fumes.
Conversely, I rather liked my latte this morning. Given that Starbucks is not on a busy road and Jade made it. It’s the first time I’ve seen Jade since we returned to Farnham. She really does make a superb latte. She has also stopped straightening her hair, giving the curls free rein. It currently has a ‘just out bed’ look. Or, as some older people would call it, ‘a mess’. I liked it, I told her, and look forward to the curls.
Looking forward is not what the Park Artist is doing. The latest addition to his art filled house and garden, is a row of pairs of glasses, stapled to his fence. They seem to be looking out and up.
Loving the weirdness.
