My mother lives in rural isolation and you don't notice the school holidays because there are no children of school age within miles. Here we're on the edge of town; the street is full of kids, riding bikes, sitting on walls. It's noisy but also sort of joyous. Windows are open and the people behind the windows are playing rap music.
We were talking over the wall with Sam. She says it's harder to keep Ramadan in Europe than it is in the Islamic homelands because the days are longer. I gather she fasts patchily.
Moving around the country the way we're doing we seem to be dodging the more extreme weather. I'm told London had thunderstorms yesterday.