So we're off to England for a few weeks. We planned our trip to coincide with the English School hols (our houseswop guests are a teacher/architect couple who have never visited New York.)We, on the other hand are experts at the English summer. In the past we have dashed off for two weeks at the start of my school break in June.
This year it's quite different. By waiting untill August we have endured the brunt of the New York summer, the humidity, the smells, the treacle air, the mysterious puddles that don't seem to evaporate. The utter skankiness. When we arrive in England it will be like stepping into a fridge. I must admit that after three years here I think I've got it. I'm not as oppressed by the heat, humidity or their vulgar side effects as I used to be. I just move slowly. When I first moved here in July 2002 I was actually physically ill for about a week, I was wiped out.
We were looking at photos of previous summer in England and were amazed to recall that we were wearing sweaters and jeans. I looked online at the weather for Norfolk.
Average temperatures were in the mid 60s to mid 70s. Marvellous!!
And for those American cynics, it won't rain everyday, probably.