The "Bubble" of Perfect Weather (?)

 

When we were full-time cruising I joked that we lived in a bubble of 25 degrees C, moving north in the summer and south in the winter. It was actually somewhat disorienting; the back of my mind lost track of what month it was because we were always warm. It was always June in my world. We'd say we timed our travel to never be north of where/when the azaleas were in bloom. After our long-distance cruising days, I was somewhat looking forward to staying in one place and getting reacquainted with the rhythm of the seasons. (Well, Covid lockdowns somewhat changed that calculus, but still.)  But, ah, the irony: Here we are in northern Europe, in JULY, dressed for the chill. And the back of my mind still doesn’t know what month it is, maybe March?  

Notice the warm hats -- admittedly the locals tell us this is an unusually chilly summer.