I went to a pick-your-own farm. My digits went nimble on raspberries, currants and strawberries.
 
I had a couple of new tents to try out and set them up on Tooting Common. As the sun blazed kids played games, picnic blankets were spread and ice creams were licked.

Mid-July and London baked in 36ºC sun. On the Underground it topped 50ºC. I walked into a shop without gloves on. A teenager shop boy asked me what I’d done to my amputated finger. The stump was still covered with its little Lycra slip to reduce swelling. I removed the slip and said, “Frostbite.” The kid said, “Cool, will it grow back?” Sadly he wasn’t joking.