Friday, 29 April 2016
I love English weather.
We don't just have one type of weather each day.
We have four or five in a single day...how glorious is that?
The weather in England is the bane of foreign visitors, who can be heard complaining bitterly about it.
The weather in England is such a useful tool for starting a conversation, and we talk about it a lot.
Why? Because English weather is so gloriously diverse.
I live in a particularly interesting meteorological area.
This town has its own micro climate and it is notoriously difficult to forecast the weather.
For example...it can be pouring with rain in the north of the town yet the south of the town is bone dry and sunny and not a rain cloud in sight.
Another example: a couple of winters ago when we had a bad snow storm I rang my daughter up who lives in the next street to ask how deep her snow fall was only to get the reply "Snow? What snow?" They didn't have any at all, and never did.
So yesterday we woke up to this.. my neighbours car with a witty inscription on the back windscreen
Then throughout the day we had this....
.....several hail storms that rattled the windows.
Then in the early evening we had a torrential downpour, shortly to be followed by blue skies and white fluffy clouds
My husband came home from work rather wet even with his umbrella so he was glad to tuck in to this bowl of warm Spinach Soup that I had made during a particularly bad hail storm during the morning.
The tulip head was broken off during the storm so rescued it and brought it inside. The colours quite compliment the colour of the soup I thought!