steepholm

The hottest summers of my life were the sixties. There were certainly some very hot summers in the sixties, but they weren't nearly as hot as my memory makes them. This is because my father decided to save money by having the hot water heated by the coal-burning stove and our whole house had heating all the time. One doesn't need a lovely warming stove when it's 35 degrees outside. When he and Mum decided to switch to gas in the 1970s the climate changed.