In the 60s I developed and printed my own black and white photos.
There were three terms then. Two hot ones and one cool. Most afternoons, after dismissing the pupils at 3:30 p.m., I’d be seeing quite a few of them, around the local swimming pool, one of the few places to keep cool.
I was living in a built-in veranda, on the hot side of The Old Gaol and it took until early evening before that cooled down.