I can deal with heat, but wind I abhor. Hate. It.
You wouldn't want to do what I do, then. On Cape Cod, the summer is usually really nice, (except for the rare tornado) but the hurricane season runs from late August- late September. Then, about late October, a stiff wind comes in off the ocean and stays until late April. Working construction, as I do, it gets downright unpleasant. There have been times where I've had to pause my work because the wind has whipped sand into my face and there's dirt in my eyes.
Some years back, I did a lot of interior finish work in a contemporary styled house near the edge of a cliff on Chappaquidick Island, off Martha's Vineyard. (Cool fact, Meg Ryan was the next door neighbor). Anyway, the house was framed with structural steel, and the Site Supervisor (a grizzled character with a heavy Irish brogue, by the name of Dave) told me they built the house over the winter. I figured the pieces were engineered, came precut, and they put them together and welded them but he said "Nope! We cut all the pieces right here."
These guys built a structural steel house, each piece cut, fit and welded on site, on the edge of a cliff, in the winter, in an incessant, biting cold wind. When he told me that, I'm sure my face reflected the awe and admiration I felt. I just reached out, shook his hand and said "You're a better man than I am".