Weather

The vagaries of our weather is fascinating and worthy of the acres of print and hours of discussion it evokes.
I am quite jealous hearing about the beautiful days in Oz whilst the commentators talk endlessly about the start of the first Ashes game - how wonderful I think to be sitting there in the sunshine waiting for the English batsmen to come out - but it's just a lovely dream.   Meanwhile a friend's daughter is preparing a small hotel in the French Alps ready for the start of the ski season  only to find their small village already covered in snow and all the children being taken out of school to have their PE lessons on the slopes.   My sister in law in South Africa Skyped a few days ago and with great glee told me they had had 10 mm of rain which was good as they are in their rainy season!  We in the South West had more than100 mm that very same night - but let's face it we are in a constant rainy season.   When we lived in Spain we used to look forward to the high winds in Spring which knocked down the acres of almond blossom and generally signaled the start of the settled summer temperatures which would them climb constantly to reach their peak in August; by then though we also waited for the 'gotta fria' at the beginning of October: a series of heavy storms which knocked the temperatures down towards their winter readings.   I love the seasons with everything they bring us