A couple of weeks ago, I took a cup of tea out onto the sunny 10th floor balcony of the office I work in, for a quick lunch time break away from my desk. It was like stepping out of an aeroplane on the first day of a Mediterranean summer holiday – a wall of heat hit me as soon as I opened the door. I’m talking truly scorchio here, the kind of temperature more commonly felt lying on a sunbed with a good book, a cold beer and the tss-tss-tss of cicadas in the background. Bear in mind that I work in the centre of Manchester, the rainiest city in England and you will understand my shock. Much as I enjoy the heat, I think what I love even more are the expansive clear blue skies. There is something about the quality of light and the glint of sunshine sparkling on every reflective surface, be it the water of a swimming pool in France or the roofs of the cars on the city street ten floors below me, which lifts my spirits even if I did not realise they were down. The joy of a clear, sunny day is a rare treat in my neck of the woods and one to be treasured irrespective of how many layers of clothing I have to wear to be comfortable outside in it. I have felt my heart sing under a crystal blue sky with ice on the ground in January, as loudly as it does when I hit the tarmac in Turkey or Crete.
I am not sure if there is an evolutionary reason why sunshine is such a pleasure, a release of
endorphins to make sure I soak up enough Vitamin D perhaps? I should probably research it but I’m feeling lazy (sorry). Or maybe it’s just the shock of the new? A novelty because, having lived most of my adult life here in the north west of England ,truly clear, sunny days are precious gems. Perhaps if I lived in Australia or Africa I would take it for granted and never ever appreciate that little thrill that comes from turning my face to the sun, closing my eyes and taking a moment to enjoy the warmth. If I had to live and work every day in a hot, sunny climate would I crave a cloudy, rainy day instead? Would a grey sky thrill me as much as a cloudless one does now? Somehow I doubt it. There might be relief from heat and light, but no joy surely.
I also find that I slow down a little on sunny days, irrespective of temperature. Those lovely deep blue skies are such a pleasure that I always relax and enjoy it, knowing how fleeting they may be. My pulse and breathing slow down and the tension in my neck and shoulders dissipates. It makes me want to stay outdoors, and to sit for a while with a chilled beer (if it’s hot) or if it’s in December and cold, a cup of tea and a McVitie’s digestive biscuit. Bliss. Sometimes I’m just so English…
“If I had to live and work every day in a hot, sunny climate would I crave a cloudy, rainy day instead?” I sought to answer that question for myself by living in Goa.
The answer is not a bit. As soon as the monsoon hits here I feel health and joy slipping away. During the course of a long grey week I get used to it as I did in the UK, but I’m instantly lifted by a bright day. I feel it before I open my eyes.
I expected I would eventually take the sun for granted, but no. It still trills me daily. It also commands me to leave the computer monitor, be active and live in the moment for a while.
I think the UK weather build my character and gave me a sort of introspection you don’t find much in the sunnier countries, but somehow after the age of 40 I felt it was sapping the life from me.
“Sometimes I’m just so English”. Yes, you are writing about the weather. If you were here it would a post about food.
Enjoy the sun and when the winter comes remember you have a friend with loads of it who would love to see you.
Lovely to hear from you Dave and glad that you can still appreciate how special the sunshine is. X