Summer-wise life here is hot, hot, hot. The winter’s a different matter. Those tiled floors and painted walls that help keep the house refreshingly cool when it’s 40 plus - not so nice when you’re in single figures. Outside it might be nearly 20, but inside, at my desk, I’m wearing a shirt, a jumper and a cardigan, and I’ve still got the chills.
Winter in warmer climes is never much fun, especially for those who shifted here for the heat. Anyone who’s happy to take whatever the summer can throw at them, isn’t going to fare so well when the mercury drops. In the end, though, it’s worth the pain. I would far prefer a few months of shivering (followed by a long hot summer) to 10 or 11 months of drizzle.