Melting. That’s what I’m doing today, just fecking melting. It hit 30 Celsius by 0930 this morning so it was always going to be a warm day. Cleaned the flys off the Benelli in the shade, went out and did some shopping as the missus is laid up with aching back etc and got home to find it was then 39.8 Celcius in the fecking shade.
A tad too warm to do anything other than browse the interflugal, drink water and generally be lazy.
It's snowing in Serra da Estrela, Portugal's highest peak and only snow resort. So, they closed the access to it because of safety on the roads. God helps if people actually go to a ski resort when it's snowing