This diary entry doesn’t work very well without a colour image. I’m not quite sure how it will work in the ‘book of the blog’ which is expected to be printed in monochrome; perhaps our imagination will have to be…
Category: Weather
Pulling the nettles
It’s not my favourite job, I can say that! But somebody has to try to keep the nettles at bay, and now that it’s relatively dry, and yet with damp ground in near-perfect conditions to release the root tangle, it’s…
Summer Sunday sighs
Supposed to be a rainy day today, as it was yesterday, though with interludes of brilliant sunshine, perhaps? But disruptive weather is predicted to occur all over England, with numerous events being cancelled. Anyway, it feels like an ideal day…
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days . . .
. . . .of summer! Maybe even when the torrential rains and thunderstorms come, as they did Tuesday evening, dramatically, maybe even then it’ll still be summer. It’s a dreadful weekend predicted, so much so that the Lions Golf Classic…
Berry picking time . . .
We should be grateful that the blackbird, a clear favourite in our garden apart from beloved Gordon the guinea fowl, doesn’t seem to fancy the red currants! He’s decimated the lovely soft juicy black currants (I knew he was after…
Hot air predicted from the south . . .
Yet again, the weather folks are telling us that we’re to have a heat wave up here, but so far all we’ve got is endless gusts of piffle-paffle, some heavy rain, and promises of temperatures ‘soaring’ over 25ÂșC. Still, cool…
A small engineering solution
Now that our water challenges are sorted, we’d like to keep a handy record of what our daily monitoring shows us, so that we will know early on if something goes amiss. The best place to put the tick sheet,…
A handful of spuds
Yesterday we dined like rural royalty on wonderful Scottish moules, an enchanting salad from the polytunnel, and the very first handful of potatoes from our little patch. Actually, there were only enough spuds for the one helping (I pulled the…
Wildflower joys . . .
As I write, Earnest the neighbour’s pea cock is stretched out indolently between the white elder and the pink one in the sunshine, between the wild roses and the rampant honeysuckle, as if he owns the place. Maybe he does,…
The Salt Store at the Council Depot
The new salt store has gone up in the Council Depot behind the Suez Waste Disposal Centre, off Shilburn Road. Unless your view is directly affected, it’s surprisingly hard to spot. But this vantage point, from beside the Fire Tower,…