Skinny-Dipping Weather

It's-very-warm-here-tonight: much warmer - hotter, even - than the forecasters/weather apps suggest, at around 30C. I think I might have mentioned before that this little corner of Llanllechid parish sports the biggest solar battery imaginable: we are sat on top of, and surrounded by, millions of tons of slate, both still in its original geologic state and as waste from the local quarries, mined over the centuries from antiquity. This stuff really holds the heat, as anyone who has worked on a slate roof in summer will attest, and I have much direct experience of that little number! I remember one particularly hot summer in the mid-eighties, when several of us were re-slating a roof in Bethesda where the local planning officer had taken issue with the previous job: a pettifogging issue of no actual practical, physical import whatsoever: merely someone exercising their authority for the sake of it. We took the roof off and put it back on again; and the afternoon we topped it out, we came down frazzled, sunburnt and dripping with sweat, so we all bailed out to a local swimming-hole not far from the site, called Ceunant Effern: a rock pool of ice-cold water above Braichmelyn and below Pen Braich. Clothes ripped off our less than savoury bodies we all threw ourselves naked into the deep, cold water. Absolute, sodding bliss. After a half hour or so of luxuriating in this mountainside idyll, it was time for the pub and to sink a few pints of ale to cool our insides as well...