Unseasonal Seasons

It has been a strange year in Norfolk, and in some other parts of the country too. The seasons do not appear to be playing ball with the calendar. They are all out of synch, arriving earlier than expected, and with unusual extremes. Last winter was unusually mild. Frosts and snow appeared, but did not last long. And without the very low temperatures of the previous year. Then the rain began. March rain in January, April rain in February. It didn’t seem to stop raining, and by the end of April, we had the heavy rain normally associated with winter months.

The late spring was brief. A warm spell, with sunny days, soon passed. Welcome as it was, it gave way to more rain. More April rain in May. After another cold spell, June saw temperatures rising again, but the rain came back. This time, it was June rain in June; as hard as you might expect, and passing through rapidly, drenching all in its wake. By the end of that month, we had a real summer. Hot days, sunshine, warm evenings. The temperatures kept climbing, and by July, we had August heat, with thunderstorms to match. The month kept warming up. Records were equalled, as we sweltered at night, sleep difficult to find. It was beginning to feel like early September.

All the crops came early. This week, they picked most of the apples, and harvested the wheat. It is too early though, and the glut now will become a shortage in late September, when it should be around in abundance. Nature was fooled by the weather, and brought in its bounty too soon. The first of August felt more like September. Undeveloped acorns are falling from the oak trees around the house. This morning, in a light breeze, I watched brown leaves falling onto the lawn outside, and it rained heavily for an hour around tea-time. I had seen the darkening skies as I walked with Ollie, stifling heat replaced by a fresh breeze. It felt like autumn, eight weeks early.

Since moving here, I have become acutely aware of the weather, in a way that I never could have in London. I started to realise when it would rain, and when it would be dry. I could guess the time of day, without the benefit of a watch or clock, and generally be only ten minutes out, either way. This has all been turned upside-down, by this strange seasonal malfunction. However, the forecast for later in August tells of the chance that we might see the highest temperatures ever recorded in England. When I was young, we called these ‘Indian Summers’. They arrived late, and were hot. So perhaps it is returning to normal after all.


9 thoughts on “Unseasonal Seasons

  1. It’s been a relatively mild summer here in Las Vegas, thanks to a few rainclouds that either threatened rain, or actually gifted us with a scattering of raindrops. We even had a brief downpour or two! When the clouds roll in, the mercury drops a bit, and that offers a welcome relief from the heat. This week, we’re hovering around 36-37 Celsius. Normally, we’d expect highs in the 40’s.


    1. Anything over 30 is a bit much for me, and leaves me worn out David. At least you don’t have the humidity though (I presume, anyway) with it being dry desert heat. You can see in my next post what has been happening here.
      Best wishes, Pete.


  2. They say it is because of global warming and climate change. Even the weather here is so erratic. We have our 10th weather disturbance right now (internationally named Halong) but locally it is called Jose. According to our weather reports, it won’t make a landfall but it would bring monsoon rains.


    1. I hope that this latest storm does not affect you too badly Arlene. Your region has generally had extremes of weather historically, and the last few years have been no exception.
      I am still ‘on the fence’ about climate change. During the 17th century, the UK had weather extremes too. Hot summers, and then freezing winters, with the River Thames frozen solid in London. That was a long time before the invention of cars and industry though, so what caused it back then?.
      Best wishes, Pete.


  3. Does Ollie cope well with the heat, Pete? Interesting summit and great reading about the seasonal weather and the malfunction.
    Being in Cley, I always start my day with coffee and the weather forecast. Cley seem to get less rain than you, Klausbernd is longing, singing and wishing for rain since weeks and weeks, it’s soooo dry. The same extrem is in Norway. The part of Norway where I come from has been going through one heatwave after the other; June had the most days with temperatures over 20°, July had the most tropical nights with temp above 20° and an average 30-38° during daytime. In Bonn, where I’m now, it’s like a jungle, though. Heavy greens, lots of sunshine, warm temperatures and massive rain showers in between.
    I wonder if this forecast of yours for late August also counts for the north of England and the south of Scotland? 🙂
    Best wishes for you and Julie and lost of pats for Ollie! ❤


    1. Ollie is bothered by the heat Dina. He sleeps more, and tries to find draughts to lie in. He is happiest near the river, where he can cool off anytime he wants to. I think Beetley is more like Bonn at the moment, with all the grasses and shrubs full-grown, after the heat and rain. Norway seems to be even hotter than England. Maybe Global Warming has finally arrived. If so, we will save on our heating bills! I doubt it though…
      Pats given, and love from us both in Beetley. x


  4. Lovely post about rural life during this years weather, Pete. We’ve certainly had one of the warmest, sunniest summers we can remember for a while. And an Indian summer forecast! Hope Ollie’s not too hot. Best wishes as always, Jane x


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