Just remembered that the future Mrs Steve and I spent the whole of August that year in the north of Scotland. It was just as hot up there. On one infamous day we climbed, at my behest, The Saddle, a mountain almost as high as Snowdon, from the youth hostel at Ratagan, which meant starting out from sea level. Apart from boots, I was wearing swim shorts only and she was in a bikini. As we sweltered our way to the summit, she glared at me and declared that she hated me with every ounce of heat in her body...

We did spend many a grand evening in the Kintail Lodge Hotel. Ah, the memories...