Rainy Days and Mondays.
November 27, 2012
It's a typical English trait to talk about the weather. It's almost a default subject when bumping into friends or beginning a phone conversation, when going on holiday or coming back from holiday; there is a curious fascination with sunshine, wind, rain, snow, hail, sleet.
In recent years, a slight sense of disappointment seems to pervade the masses, we manage to get through the winter months, brighten up as the blossom arrives during Spring and then look forward to long hot summer days filled with picnics, barbecues, swimming, trips to the beach......after all, our childhood was endless weeks of sun, wasn't it?
And then suddenly September arrives, and there hasn't really been many weeks where the children could play outside all day, or where the weather forecast was safe that you could throw the tent into the car on a Friday afternoon and head to the coast. You almost feel a bit cheated, like you want to tell someone or send an email to complain.
This week, as we slip towards the start of winter, we have had some extreme weather once again in the UK. Where we live in Somerset, the area is flat lowland that stretches for miles all the way to the coast. It's very beautiful, there are nature reserves and areas of outstanding natural beauty.
However, once it rains, these fields and plains that are used for farming soon become waterlogged and flooded. It is a strange experience to drive to work and the surrounding fields are lakes, it almost feels like you've gone back in time somehow.
I leave you with a photo...and a quote. Anyone who knows me, will know that this lovely quote from Gilbert Chesterton has a special resonance with me.
"And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow."
Gilbert K Chesterton