Its very hot here in the UK. Maybe it is where you are? We've had two weeks pf non-stop high temperatures with no let-up or rain in sight.
Most lawns and verges are turning brown and some crops like wheat are wilting. Huge fires have broken out on parched moorlands and we are one rung away from a National Emergency or so it said on the News.
It all really does put me in mind of 50's disaster movies about an overheating world. Seeing all the lawns turn brown also recalls the Death of The Grass, perhaps one of most startling and unrelentingly grim sci-fi novels I've ever read.
Yet the hot days also recall long lost summers in the patchouli-scented decades of the Sixties and Seventies. I remember some real scorchers when I was a kid and I regularly got sun-burn on our annual holiday to Abersoch, Ilfracombe or Minehead.
They must have been scorchers because I can clearly recollect running and screaming through fountains of cold water in the garden. The fountains were provided by a neat contraption, which attached to the hose-pipe. It was a plastic ring full of small pin-holes, which sent water shooting upwards and then down like a sort of wet crown. It may have been a lawn waterer but for us kids it was Butlins at home! Talk about fun!
We also rolled out a large sheet of plastic like a tarp and lay the hose on it to create a sort of log flume for humans. The idea was to belly-slide all the way down the watered tarp like a seal! Braver souls attempted to 'skate' standing up but this usually resulted in a sore wet bottom!
Outside of this advanced aqua-planing we also played with grass. When either my Dad or Brother-in-Law Terry cut the lawn the grass clippings were piled up in a heap. Enter the children. My mates and I would grab this pile and begin a session of what can only be described as a grass factory.
This factory entailed various long wooden ramps and chutes which we had installed around the top of the garden along a small incline. They were either resting on a bush, resting on the ground or jammed between branches of a tree. The ramps and chutes overhung each other.
The grass clippings were then shoved and pulled along from one chute to another, either by hand or using the hose pipe as hydraulic power, eventually creating a sort of continuous conveyor belt. the grass piled up at the bottom in a wheel barrow. It felt like farming and was great great fun!
For some reason the grass always made me itch after a bit, especially if I lead shirtless on the lawn. Still, a tray full of glasses filled with ice and Robinson's Barleywater and Tree Tops cordial served by my old Mum would usually help us get over any summer hardships.
And before you knew it was 5 '0' clock and it was time for tea!
What did you play in summer readers?