In June 1995, the summer heat broke records in Scotland and the British Isles. Our visit coincided with the solstice and a combination of long days, relentless sunshine, and high temperatures. The local population bared soft, pale flesh unaccustomed to exposure and sought shade in in the parks, putting their bare feet into the water that ran around the weedy tussocks that made low islands in the broad, shallow streams. Lambs bleated piteously as the ewes wandered off in search of their own relief from the sweltering temperatures.
My Nessie
My Nessie
My Nessie
In June 1995, the summer heat broke records in Scotland and the British Isles. Our visit coincided with the solstice and a combination of long days, relentless sunshine, and high temperatures. The local population bared soft, pale flesh unaccustomed to exposure and sought shade in in the parks, putting their bare feet into the water that ran around the weedy tussocks that made low islands in the broad, shallow streams. Lambs bleated piteously as the ewes wandered off in search of their own relief from the sweltering temperatures.