I love early Springtime: flowers coming into bloom, bumble-bees buzzing around the garden, the first butterflies of the year, birds getting frolicky, the evenings getting longer. Spring is a great time to be alive.
The week before last, Jen and I went for a long paddle on the Northumberland coast. Last Sunday, I sat on a bench in the garden in my shirt-sleeves, reading the London Review of Books, drinking a mug of tea, and soaking in the sun. How perfect is that?
We don't have climate in Britain; we have bloody weather.
Yesterday lunch time we had hail stones the size of......well....hail stones, I suppose. You couldn't tell the road from the pavement & it got so dark I couldn't see my glass in front of my face.
Come to sunny Bournemouth?
Loads of weather also here in Derbyshire, the county where snow once stopped play in a county cricket match...in June.
I remember well the 9th June 1976. We had just loaded up the vans with the new signs for Good Year in Warrington & went back inside for a coffee. When we came out, there was about a foot of snow on everything without any warning. By 3pm it had all cleared, but we went up the next day instead. As the job took 3 days & being that the 3rd day was a Saturday, we scored a whole day of overtime.
What's behind the coach house doors, Richard?
A breeze block wall. That half of the house used to be a barn. There is a similar arch on the other side of the barn, which is a glazed, leaking patio door (which we are about to have replaced at considerable expense).
I like the new gravatar. You really did eat all the pies!
Yes, I did.