West Norfolk is melting

      It's fair to say that summer has finally arrived and in the great tradition of British weather it is either feast or famine.
      The water temperature is up in the mid-twenties and the heat relentless, at least until evening comes. The road outside the back gate melts a little more with each successive sunny day and when we take the terriers for their walk there is a trail of little black paw prints behind them until the dust soaks the tar away.
      Who needs pot holes when you've got a tar bath?
      Never mind though the tomatoes are loving it even if we're not.