Blimey charlie, it ain't arf hot out there! The prediction was for 30˚C in the shade, but it's been up to 33˚C - and over 40˚C in the sun. The garden needs copious amounts of water as all the young plants are coming up. This being Eastern Europe, all the mains water is metered, which means that if we were to water the whole garden with the mains we'd be right buggered. Now, being clever chaps, we had a borehole drilled as soon as we got here. One of the great things about Hungary is that it sits on top of a bazillion cubic meters of natural water, and as the soil is mostly sand, boring down to it is relatively easy. The video below shows the general prodecure - this was taken at a friends house who had the same thing done. Apologies for the ropey quality - it was taken using the primitive movie function of a stills camera.
The Hungarian word for a pump is 'Kut' (Pronounced 'Koot'), so of course, the chap who does is it is called 'Kut Man'! I showed this to my friend Chris Gibson - Mud Man, Aviation Author, Raconteur and all round interesting and knowledgable fellow, and he explained everyhting that was going on. He spends half his life perched out in the North Sea on an oil platform, drilling through km's of solid sock. Our mighty well reached water at a depth of 22m, so now we connect an electric pump to a side pipe and can water the garden without worrying about the water meter - but now we have to worry about the electric meter!
Being an odd bloke, I take a temperature reading every day, and also read the electricity meter so we can keep a track of what's consuming electricity. That usually happens between 8.00 and 9.00 am - the graph to the left shows the temperature; solid blue for this year, and pale green for last year, for comparison. The trendline is also shown. Temperatures during the summer usually get into the 40's, and in the winter it can get to -25˚C, and colder. This year we had quite a cold snap in February, as can be seen from the dip. Note: These readings are purely for entertainment purposes only, and no implications or inferences should be drawn!
All this heat inevitably leads to thunderstorms, and being out on the Great Hungarian Plain, they can be mighty and spectaluar affairs. It's not unusual to be outside at night with a clear, starry sky overheard, and have the horizon ringed with thunderstorms - lightning going off in pink, orange, purple, blue, accompanied by chirping crickets and Nightingales!