It’s hot, isn’t it? But, while we are sweating and feel like we can’t cool down no matter how many layers we strip off, we aren’t stuck in a fur coat that we can’t remove. Ours (fake fur, of course) were put to the back of the wardrobe as soon as the sun started shining.
While we head straight for the sea or pool to jump in and out of the cool water, consume ice creams alongside ice cold drinks, all while wearing our most airy clothes – dogs don’t have this luxury. Instead, they rely on us to keep them cool in the heat. More than that, they rely on us to keep them safe. They can get both heatstroke and sunburn – which is more than uncomfortable, it can be incredibly harmful and potentially fatal.
A few days before flying out to Krakow in November, it was named the best European city break for the third consecutive year. This was part of a survey by the consumer group Which? that awarded it a score of 93% based on average airfare and hotel rate, accommodation, food and drink, cultural attractions, ease of getting around and lack of crowds. Plus, five stars for value for money.
Ibiza is fast becoming one of my favourite places. I love that it is laidback and chilled but that you can also party until the sun rises if you want to, as well. We took advantage of both sides when we visited a couple of years ago for my friend’s 30th birthday at the end of August.
This year we were looking for somewhere to go on holiday in mid-October. We simply wanted to spend a week relaxing on a beach and soaking up the sun. Although I was desperate to go to Bali, we couldn’t afford to go far and I wasn’t feeling very inspired by the destinations coming up on the list of top places to visit this month.View Post
I looked over at the water, sparkling invitingly in the heat of the midday sun. It was almost within touching distance, which made the frustration that I couldn’t even harder to bear. I was quickly bumped back to reality, quite literally, when I felt a child squeal with joy as him and his father climbed up into the seat that was tied to my back and sat down with a thump that, although no less painful, I had become used to over the past 30 years.
A bullhook to the leg signalled we were off and I began to take the small steps that the chains around my legs would allow. I had lost count how many times I had walked this same route. This was the fifth time already today.
I came home from my first experience of Glastonbury this year with the festival blues – which was why I was ecstatic to discover Dan was taking me to Boardmasters for my birthday. I had barely unpacked from one when, just over a month later, we were packing up the car to head to Cornwall. Not without some concerns, however. The weather was looking incredibly wet and windy. Not ideal for a festival next to the beach and the extreme opposite of the 30-degree heat we had experienced at Glastonbury.