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Notes and links from Sat 27 June

A rabbit is lying on the ground against a fence in the shade. There is long grass around it.
Wally found a new cool spot in the garden, with a buffet.

Status:

Heatwave day five? Temperatures were still pretty high and the house has definitely not cooled down yet, so yeah, I reckon so. But it has been overcast and breezy for most of today, and as I’m writing this a rain shower occurred, so we’re definitely nearly done. For now, anyway. Forecast shows 30°c on Monday—week. Yay.

I managed to avoid expending my new-found joie de vivre from having rested well through the heatwave, but I have been plotting for how to keep the house cooler for the next one.

A friend mentioned they’d opened their loft hatch to get it to act as a chimney, pulling cool air into the rest of the house. Our loft is like an oven and I’m pretty sure it warms the bedrooms, but the roofers did put a couple of vents in there to help with damp so I figured I’d give it a go. No visible draft so I’m going to have a look at these so-called vents, once the temperature is less hostile up there, and see if they actually do anything.

I also remembered I have the skin of a metre-cube hydroponics tent which I had adapted into a camera obscura. It’s silver-lined so would work brilliantly as a shade and there’s probably enough of it to cover the windows on the front of our house. I just need to fix them temporarily in place and I may have figured out how to do that with just a couple of screws in the brickwork.

I really want to whitewash the roof tiles but I think that might be outside of my capabilities.

Big Read:

  • The Boeing 747 begins its final descent 🪜 — Lovely article about the aircraft that is a little older than me. I have memories of flying in these in the 1970s, including going up the spiral stairs to the lounge and visiting the crew in the cockpit. (My dad flew a lot for business and sometimes took me with him, long story for another day). They seeded a sense that flying was special and exciting, one which I definitely don’t hold today where flying is horrible and unfortunate. Also I love any writing that starts in an aircraft boneyard, one of the most 20th century places you can imagine. Hello Don DeLillo, hello Koyaanisqatsi.
    • (Yes, the aircraft boneyard scene in DeLillo’s Underworld is B52s, not 747s, but the point stands)
    • (And yes, the 747 in Koyaanisqatsi is taxiing at an airport, not abandoned in the desert. Don’t @ me.)

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