When writing Cumbrian Contrasts I found myself stuck on a train in the company of an engine driver from Walney Island. He was stranded, couldn't reach his train. So he talked to me about the mirage effect of wind turbines off Walney and there's the ghost of an engine driver in that chapter.
Those calm summer evenings when the voices of fishermen drifted to shore and they heard them as they sat on the terrace outside the farmhouse. Seals bobbing in the water. A bull with sun-burn. They had to get him into the crush to apply sun cream. 'He's fine with my husband but he doesn't like me,' she confided, describing the bull's aggressive stance and the look he gives her. What about the cows, don't they burn too? It's his muscle-packed haunch that burns, she explained. The weather was perfect for making hay, or was it haylage, not in a position to ask. Her husband loves the sweet fragrance of it. Being by the sea must be a blessing on those hot summer nights.
Now, early November, we look back on the heat-wave summer of 2018 as it fades to memory. There may be consequences, shortage of cattle feed since drought suppressed the growth of grass. Lots of honey, she tells me. I suppose it will be some while before we know how prolonged heat-wave affected agriculture and wildlife.