Before you think I'm mad, 'hot place hot' was actually something hubbie and I saw on a sign in Thailand, which made us chuckle a bit. So any time the weather is particularly clement, we refer to it as 'hot place hot' or 'scorchio', (Fast Show reference) depending on our mood at the time.
Today, it is both hot place hot and scorchio, all rolled up into one smouldering package. Seriously, it is a swelterer of a day. D and I ventured to the park today, but then ventured back pretty quickly, due to D actually being covered in sweat within about ten minutes. (He's such a little bloke, sweaty, windy, into his football, next it will be beer, won't it. Has to be. Look at him, even now he's choosing to play on his baby workbench. I'll have to build him a baby shed to retreat to in the garden, and a baby sports car to polish outside...)
When it's hot like this, it does always make me reflect on our travels round the world. I have to say though, walking round the leafy suburbs of Dorchester, with the sunlight casting dappled patterns across the roads, I do think that England gives any country across the world a run for it's money in terms of natural beauty. Particularly round these parts, the undulating hills, the peace and quiet... my word, I do believe I'm warming to Dorset after all! Well there's a shocker, and there was me thinking I'd miss Devon for much longer! (though I do miss my friends A LOT.)
It does seem a long time ago though, well over two years now. I just can't imagine swanning off for a big old self-indulgent jaunt round the world now...
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