The extremes of weather continue to take turns over the UK. Today’s temperatures in the south and east are around 17 C. This is a warmth generally reserved for late spring, and unheard of in December. Returning from yesterday’s walk, I found two insect bites on my head. These midges should not be around at this time of year, but have recently appeared in swarms once again, close to the riverbank.
Spring flowers and bulbs are popping up all over the place, and there are still leaves on the branches of confused trees and shrubs. With no frost in the south so far, the mud refuses to harden, and is thicker and slipperier than ever. Recent rains have swollen the local streams, which are trying hard to flow against the dense growth of reeds and weeds that would normally have died off by this time. Squirrels that should be hibernating are still jumping around in the branches of the trees, and rabbits can be seen on a daily basis.
This seasonal confusion continues because of a wind change, according to our always knowledgeable weather pundits. The wind from North Africa is arriving in the south, via a short stop in the Azores. It has its benefits of course. No heating required in these temperatures, and walking Ollie is less of a trial, when you feel warm after a few minutes. The wood burner is temporarily redundant, and despite any real improvement in the light, driving is a lot easier when there is no ice to have to deal with.
But it doesn’t feel right, all the same. We shouldn’t have daffodils at Christmas.