Ever since I began this blog, I have posted about the absurdity of Norfolk claiming to be the driest county in England. Days of rain running into weeks, this was all I experienced when I first moved here, and it lasted for over two years. With some irony, my original post ‘The driest county in England’ is still the most-read post here, proving that many people are searching for the elusive lack of rainfall somewhere in this country.
It got so bad at times, that our shed flooded, due to ground water overflowing. I had to buy waterproofs to walk the dog, and days on end were spent watching and listening to relentless torrential rain, that I firmly believed would never stop. For the first two years, summer was counted in a few days of fine weather, followed by yet more weeks of downpours. There was no longer any mention of hosepipe bans, or bathing with a friend. The local river burst its banks regularly, and the nearby lanes were awash with water running unchecked from the fields.
However, since Christmas, things seem to have changed. It has been remarkably dry. On the regional news, they are talking of farmers crying out for rain, and the possibility of water shortages, if the summer is hot. Save for some occasional showers, and a few hail-storms, the rain of the last few years seems to have deserted us. Of course, I hesitate to type this, as no doubt the rain-gods will soon repay me with the wettest summer known to man. But I have to admit, with some trepidation, that we are in the middle of a remarkably dry spell in Norfolk. Long may it continue.