I also remember arriving back at Brum Airport in September
after 3 months in Crete and walking off the aeroplane into the
wonderfully cool, early morning air. There had recently been a
thunderstorm which was still rumbling away in the grey
distance to the north whist the sun was just rising casting
long shadows in its orange, misty light. I drove onto the
empty motorway and had the window down gulping in the scented
air that seemed incredibly fresh, and with the lush green
grass everywhere; it was just fantastic after living in such a
hot and dusty place.

Reminds me of arriving home after 47ºC in Queensland (so they
said) - the only way to survive was to put the plastic poolside
chairs in the pool, which had a cane sunshade over it, and sit
there with a book to read.

We arrived at Thiefrow to find the temperature was -4ºC, and it
was so refreshing to stand outside in the frost after the
searing heat down under.

I reckon I'd like a climate where the winter temperature never
gets above freezing, and the summer temperature never gets above
30ºC, but the most important thing would be no rain during the
hours of daylight. There would have to be gales as well, but
preferably not more often than say fortnightly, in autumn and
winter only, of course, and not lasting more than 48 hours at a
time.

It's a very good thing that H sapiens hasn't (yet?) learned to
control the weather g

Anne