When I was in England many moons ago (too many moons ago), it was summertime, but since humidity works there a hell of a lot differently than it normally does here, 30 degrees felt better in England than it ever does here - until I went oop nawth. The difference in temperatures between London and Sheffield was very noticeable to this Canadian who's used to August being an intolerable monster of oppressive humidity. In Sheffield I froze to death. My friend Anna kept referring to me as a "southern softie".