The weather here continues to both fascinate and frustrate me. I am sure most of you have read enough of these weather posts to last two lifetimes, but here’s another one anyway.
By midday today, it was already getting dark. There had been some splashes of rain against the windows, and I could hear the wind increasing in power too. I started to contemplate my walk with Ollie. Should I go now, or wait in the hope that it would improve? I wrote-up a post for my other blog, and took my time getting ready, having decided to wait.
Experience should have taught me to know better. By 1.30 pm, as I started to get ready, the wind was howling, the sky black as night, and the rain lashing down with no sign of letting up. I put on some waterproof trousers, then a warm sweatshirt, and topped that off with a thick padded coat, fitted with a cosy hood. I then added gloves and wellington boots, before heading out clutching an umbrella too.
It was like walking out into the depths of a bleak winter. The umbrella was impossible to keep hold of, in winds that felt more like gales. My face was soon freezing from the bitter cold accompanying that wind, and my nose was running too. I gave up on the umbrella, and tucked my chin into the neck of the coat, as the hood was also blown away from my head, so offered no protection. With a very glum expression on my face, I let Ollie off the lead at Beetley Meadows, thinking to myself that I wouldn’t be out too long in these awful conditions.
Ten minutes later, I reached the bend in the river. The wind had dropped to a brisk breeze, fluttering the fallen leaves around. The sky had turned bright blue, and a watery sun had appeared too. I suddenly regretted leaving my camera at home, as the changing leaves were illuminated by the low Autumn sunlight. Feeling more cheerful, I head off to Hoe Rough, with no sign of the dark clouds to make me fear a sudden change. It was suddenly a nice Autumn afternoon, my second season in under twenty minutes.
Ollie scampered off to look for deer or squirrels, and I wandered down the main path there, still marvelling at the change, as the brightness increased, and the sky turned as blue as a good Spring day. I was soon far too warm, the temperature almost doubling in under forty-five minutes. My padded coat was too much, the gloves had to come off, and I unzipped the neck of the coat to let in some air. I made it to the far side, where the Nature Trust had machinery working, cutting back the bracken and gorse for the winter. Watching that for a while, I realised that I was uncomfortably hot in all my heavy clothing, so continued walking.
I had been out for under an hour, and it seemed that I had walked from Winter, through Autumn, and into a warm Spring. As much as it confounds me, I am left with a sense of wonder about weather.