The UK is currently parched.
Many readers in properly hot regions may be harrumphing (or whatever other unimpressed and dismissive noises they wish to make) as we are experiencing a heatwave here getting in to the mid 30’s (that’s centigrade, other temperature measuring scales are available) and exclaiming ‘That’s nothing, we have (insert insanely hot temperature here) before we even feel the need to put shorts on.‘
I don’t care. The British people are not used to proper heat. We evolved to be comfortable in our local conditions. That’s anything in the range of 0-20° C, normally with generous amounts of rain on almost an hourly basis. Yes, I know, we’re going to have to get used to it, but while it’s occurring occasionally, rather than being the norm, it takes some dealing with while we learn how to cope.
Anyway, because of the temperatures, I took my dog up to the fort for her walk in the early morning, before it became too unpleasantly and dangerously hot for her to enjoy herself at all.
I took a picture of this long range view, looking south-east towards Dartmoor, where the morning haze in the atmosphere was yet to burn off in some of the distant and shallow valleys.