There’s a drought across Europe under blue skies and relentless sun. We gaze on golden fields and hay bales, stunted brassicas in dusty rows, Cornish hedges browning. The streams and reservoirs are retreating.
It’s also summer hols, kids kicking a ball on the Plein, ice cream cones, heading for the beaches, Scarlet Pimpernel at the Minack, top of the bus ride to St. Ives, pool at Boswedden House, pub gardens. M’s first visit and loving it.
Flat Two 