OK, I admit it. I write a lot about the weather; mostly critical, and generally complaining. Anyone who regularly reads my blog must think, “Here he goes again.” I have given various explanations about why weather concerns me so much. Everything from flooding sheds, leaking wood-burners, and having to always go out with Ollie, whatever is being thrown at us. If I were you, I would be getting pretty fed up of it by now. Mostly, it is because I consider, rightly or wrongly, to have been let down by the promise of a retirement in better weather than I could have expected in most other places in England. I had been hoping for the East to offer dry conditions, with little snow, and only occasional rain. Well, as you will have read, it didn’t work out quite as I had hoped.
However, I am going to eat at least some of my words, and offer this post by way of an apology to East Anglia. Watching the weather news on TV, I note that there are terrible conditions in Scotland. Roads impassable because of snow, accidents, and power cuts too. The West Country and the Midlands have not escaped bad conditions either, and some areas have had flooding, and damage from high winds and gales.
When Ollie and I almost ran home yesterday afternoon, to escape a painful hailstorm that battered Beetley Meadows, I felt sure that we were once again the victims of weather misinformation. The forecast had been for a bright and sunny afternoon, not for darkness at 3pm, and hail like tiny bullets.
Watching the news that evening, I soon saw that we had actually been fortunate. This part of the country had escaped the worst, and today it is once again sunny, though cold. I suspect that most people in this country would be happy to be spending time in Norfolk today, away from the deep snow, gale force winds, and torrential downpours that they have suffered for seven days. I have no doubt that there will be future posts about the weather, and what effect it is having on life chez beetleypete. But for now, it looks as if I have to reluctantly concede that things are not so bad here after all. Sorry readers, and apologies to Norfolk too.
Not quite as good as I had hoped though…