London really isn’t built for temperatures over 26°C. London is built for winter sunshine, incipient precipitation and autumn days lazing by a pub fire. I have to admit to cowardice this week and becoming hermit-like in front of an air conditioning unit, before scurrying to the nearest next cool point I can find.
36°C on a beach? Delicious. 36°C whilst commuting? Just no.
Before the temperatures hit their heights, we accidentally found ourselves in Cambridge over the weekend visiting a few special places to us – including where the Mr proposed…
Before spending Sunday afternoon at the Marylebone Summer Fayre helping out (and eating a doughnut or two – don’t tell anyone…) in between rain showers.
I’ve spotted a few amusements as we’ve toddled around London town this week…
…and a photo worthy opportunity that reminded me so very strongly of the lovely Jess on Thames.
(pssst. we’re discussing travel personalities this month in the travel linkup with some fascinating, hilarious revelations…)