Flying kite

The temperatures soared for another day. I watched a red kite soaring too. Effortlessly! In the five minutes that I watched it it never flapped its wings. Preferring instead to use the thermals and tracing figures of eight in its beadiness.

This morning I took my bike for a spin through the heat. I watered the plants in our local family’s house as they are on holiday, and then up to the supermarket. The air conditioning in there must be costing a fortune. No doubt that cost will transfer to our food prices before too long.

A busy evening of additional voluntary shifts await as many volunteers are on holiday this month.