Full Moon Rising

It has been 40 plus again today. A strong westerly wind feels like a turbo-charged hair dryer blowing in through the patio doors. Most of the evening they have had to be closed.

Tomorrow much the same, but getting a little cooler come Tuesday.

Jacqui moves in tomorrow so her house on the beach can be rented to holidaymakers.

All Spanish, I hasten to add. 

For some extraordinary reason, Boris still thinks the Costa del Sol is more dangerous than the north east of England.

He really is as deluded as Trump. Why are the hundreds of people flying in from America, one of the most infected countries in the world, not having to isolate?

I wonder.