(Warning: this post briefly discusses mental health problems)
August was... OK, I guess.
And for me, this year, OK is freaking fantastic!
So, it was still too hot, but it was cooler than July which -
- yes, please, thankyou, more of the lack of heat melting my brain, if at all possible, thanks!
I do not function in the heat. At all.
![August - Awst August - Awst](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR8P2PJMb06XEKVS3s0yr8c_Q_tGKlhfCILBXuTymb2eGOapRpVzN-x2gTrrFwxSxdFIkOyOIQoc9dpKlcu0d8y9oqHOHTa1m56OVgHb1Uiflr4NvDaNy0X9eDnC0adFLnuK6xglWIsj1RlJJm7EhbBoaEirKLFJToa4zjdLUY9QjIpQ-BJ-9Av8WJ/s16000/August%202022.png)
Frighteningly, we now have an official drought in much of Wales.
If you don't know Wales and our verdant, fertile, valleys all that well, you might wonder why that's frightening.
Basically - you know the stereotypes that the rest of the world has about it always raining in London? Yeah? Well, I would consider London to be quite a dry place.
And we have drought.
(And now London possibly wants our water - but if I start getting into the long and exploitative history of water politics between Wales and England, we will be here all day.)
Climate change is real, and it is here.