Being British I’m predisposed to discussing the weather far more than seems necessary. I also live in Yorkshire which seems to rain far more than seems necessary. It may come as a surprise then that I have rather exacting standards when it comes to a nice day. For me a nice day isn’t just above a certain temperature. It’s not about having some blue sky. And it’s not simply a day that doesn’t rain. No. My definition of a nice day is for clear blue skies all day without a cloud in the sky. If I see even so much as a hint of a cloud then it’s not a “John Conners Nice Day”. And I’m pretty sure that the last time I saw a day that qualifies in Britain was about 5 years ago. That’s the problem with having high standards for British weather, you spend most of your time being disappointed.
So it came as an intense shock that yesterday – of all days – was a “John Conners Nice Day”. The temperature was around 27C, there was a light, refreshing wind and there were blue skies all day long without a single cloud in the sky. I was so surprised that I actually forgot to take a photograph to post here. Sorry, you’ll just have to take my word on how nice a day it was.
After a bit of sunbathing in the sunshine (I’ve started to rather enjoy having a tan and wouldn’t mind keeping it a bit longer – sort of like a souvenir from my holiday) I went mountain biking. Unusually high temperatures and high-exertion exercise probably don’t mix too well but it seemed like a good idea at the time. While driving to the meeting point I was ice cool in my air-conditioned car (how did I ever live without it?) thinking how much fun the biking was going to be. As soon as I parked and stepped out I felt like I’d just stepped off a plane in the middle of a desert (hit by a wall of heat). I’d filled up my Camelbak to its full 3 litre capacity in anticipation of a bit of sweating and I wasn’t disappointed.
It was surprisingly hard work but very rewarding – the views were superb and my tan is coming along nicely. I’ve lost quite a bit of my fitness due to my lazing around on holiday for two weeks so that didn’t help. In fact I’ve been suffering from post-holiday blues since I came back from Antigua, but a nice sunny day tends to take all the troubles away. It’s funny walking down the street in Skipton on a sunny day. Everybody’s smiling and there just seems to be a better mood around the place. Cut to a typical cloudy day and everybody seems to be walking around with their own personal rain cloud overhead. Or maybe it’s just me.
Anyway, this is probably all the summer we’re going to get so I better make the most of it. Anyone for tennis?