The hottest UK day on record. Utterly horrid. I don’t handle hot weather at all well. Even as a toddler, it made me miserable.
My car’s external air-temperature thermometer read 34°C as I headed along Height Road in the evening with the air-conditioning cranked up to eleven. The blast of hot air as I stepped out the car to open the garage instantly took me back to Hong Kong, 1997, disembarking from my plane at the tail end of the monsoon season, mistakenly assuming the ridiculously hot, humid air must be due to all the nearby jet engine exhausts.
“…wonderfully droll, witty and entertaining… At their best Carter’s moorland walks and his meandering intellectual talk are part of a single, deeply coherent enterprise: a restless inquiry into the meaning of place and the nature of self.”
—Mark Cocker, author and naturalist
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