Like many people who lived through it, I have found myself thinking back to the scorching summer of 1976 in recent weeks.
I remember those long, hot days spent on the beach, drinking lemon squash by the bucketful. But I also remember hearing a radio report later that July claiming the heat was thought to have killed large numbers of people.
I was only nine years old, and I don’t remember the details. Looking back, it was almost certainly a report about a 20 per cent rise in deaths recorded by the registrar in Birmingham during the hottest fortnight of that extraordinary
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