As the rest of the country swelters can I just say:
It is not that hot here.
I don’t know about the rest of Scotland, but it was raining here just a few days ago, and it’s only really just brightened up again, and it was in fact a bit too cold to be wearing shorts yesterday.
And the grass is still green, and even though it’s reached the point today where even I will seek the shade, it’s still not that hot here.
There are few meteorological advantages to living in this damp little corner of Scotland – but this is one of them: when the rest of the country has finally had enough of the heat, and the chorus of moaning about the weather reaches a deafening level, and everyone else is longing for it to rain …
… That is when we will finally have our summer.
And it’s bloody gorgeous