It's official, we've reached that part of the summer when the pavement is as hot as the hinges of Hell and all I can think is...
"I wish I were at the beach."
This beach is the coast of Zeeland - on a surprisingly (to me) hot day. The water was warmer than I expected too, but still cool enough to be refreshing - not like our pool, whose temperature has reached bring-your-own-tea-bag.
Some of the best times ever are on the shady porch of a beach-side rental cottage, the warm breeze off the Gulf tugging at drying beach towels, drinking cold sweaty-bottled beer, listening to gulls.
Right now I hear lawn-mowers.
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