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Half an hour ago…

Because it’s not obvious, his location is my lap. Also not obvious: his other side is soaking wet. Equally not obvious: we are both seated in the only comfortable chair in the whole place.

We fight for it. I bought myself a little second hand tablet computer specifically to use as a Kindle when I sit in that chair, but the cat usually wins.

As for the wet, it has rained here every day for weeks. Everything is soaked. The ground is all slippy. My chicken runs are mud and the chickens are miserable. I’m thoroughly sick of it.

The weather isn’t always like England in England, but sometimes it’s the most England place imaginable.

November 7, 2019 — 8:51 pm
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Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

Go check out the pictures in the article. It’s a real thing, not a practical joke — at least, that’s what Google tells me.

When the wind and snow are just right, it rolls the snow up into big ‘bales’. There are even what look like tire tracks (or, I suppose, tyre tracks) in the wake of the thing (but no footprints). Six of them were spotted in a field in Marlborough yesterday (not far from Stonehenge, woo).

I guess it’s like those big rocks that get pushed around Death Valley.

Can confirm the wind was fierce and strange today. It blew over some stuff at work with an unsettling bang first thing, before I had my coffee.

February 4, 2019 — 9:41 pm
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Fizzle

Not really. Maybe an inch. And it was raining hard this morning, washing it all away.

So I didn’t pay it much mind, went dashing out to feed the chickens first thing, put one foot onto the wet snow and went ass over teakettle. I slid across the wet grass and got soaked, but my head came to rest with the gentlest kiss of the cement walkway, so I’m counting it a win. I MAHT HAVE DAHD.

After I changed clothes, Uncle B gave me a ride into work. The end.

Have a good weekend, everyone. Stay warm. Be dry. Somebody at work saw a baby lamb yesterday (poor little thing, in this weather) so hold on just a bit longer.

Image courtesy one of the nice old ladies on my FaceBook feed. It’s like having Grandma back!

February 1, 2019 — 8:25 pm
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Here come de snow

I always make the mistake of thinking weather moves more-or-less straight West to East, as it tended to do in Rhode Island. Instead, it moves in a large and lazy swirl, effectively a long diagonal from the mouth of the Channel to London.

So that blob of weather in the Channel that I assumed would float harmlessly over and dump its payload on France is actually about to curve up into the oval area on the map (that’s me) and snow all over us.

Eh. It’ll turn to rain by morning. We’re just so dang bored of the cold gray monotony, we’re excited by a few flakes.

Any of you caught under this ‘polar vortex’ thingie?

January 31, 2019 — 9:49 pm
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Here come the weather!

Thunderboomers off the coast of France. Heading: weaselwards.

It’s okay; I didn’t have anything to report today. I’m’a go take a bath and wait for it to blow over.

June 6, 2018 — 9:26 pm
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Hotter than Riyadh

You guys! Seriously! I have never known a run of weather like this here. Granted, my sample size is less than ten years, but still…

Every day, it’s been about 80°, not a breath of wind, not a cloud in the sky. The 80° is astonishing for May, but the cloudless and windless is unheard of at any time. It’s windy here. And cloudy. Usually.

Of course, EVERY SINGLE THING I had lined up for my holiday was an indoor thing (more or less evenly divided between arting and computing), but that all went out the window. I have spent a week in the garden draped over a deck chair reading trash.

It’s been glorious. Not what I planned, but glorious.

And now I’m back.

May 7, 2018 — 8:50 pm
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She found herself a little patch of sun…

They predicted rain all weekend long, and they were wrong. For a few hours, gloriously wrong. Sun, lambs, chickens…it’s here at last.

Of course, they predicted dry and cloudy today and it pissed all over me on the way home, so bad forecast giveth and bad forecast taketh away.

In this country, you’re better off just looking out the window.

April 9, 2018 — 9:38 pm
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…and that should be the end of it…

last

It snew pretty much all day today, but that’s it. That’s the end of it. It’s a good ten degrees warmer and we’re expecting rain overnight. By Monday, it should be a distant memory.

I hope. That got tiresome after the first couple of days. The wind was from an unusual quarter, so my toasty little workroom wasn’t. I didn’t really have any warm options other than bed and a book. Which is excellent…for a while.

I’ve seen this much snow here before — no more than four inches at any one time, I reckon — but I’ve not seen weather this cold, snowy and windy for the best part of a week before.

Between you and me, one of my biggest fears is that we’re headed for another little ice age. This isn’t how I picture my twilight years.

Good weekend and stay warm, everyone!

March 2, 2018 — 10:18 pm
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Day 3: Uncle B is starting to look pretty tasty

dinner

We haven’t been out in three days.

It was supposed to snow heavily today. It didn’t. We were supposed to have high winds. We have. And still having. So the issue today is blown snow. The roads seem clear, for the most part. The sidewalks, not so much.

Despite central heating, despite a roaring fire in the evening, it is effing freezing in here (it got down to 48° in the kitchen last night, and that’s with us cooking). Thank heavens for electric blankets.

Tonight the winds die down, but tomorrow more snow. So they say. Slightly warmer over the weekend and rain on Sunday, so this is a last gasp. I can’t remember the last time we were stuck inside for a week, though.

We gots the cabin fever.

March 1, 2018 — 7:55 pm
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Robin on the chicken house

robin

The robin here is a European robin (Erithacus rubecula). There are lots of other birds called robin redbreast in the world. Our own American one is a very different beastie, actually a breed of thrush with the charming designation Turdus migratorius.

Brits love they robins. It’s one of the few birds that stick around for the whole Winter. Hence they frequently feature on Christmas cards, which puzzled me mightily at first.

They’re cheeky little peckerheads, shaped like chickadees. Red breasted tennis balls. The classic picture is a robin on a spade handle, because they follow gardeners turning earth, looking for worms. I always know where Jack is in the garden, because our robing follows him around and yells at him.

We’re probably on our thirtieth robin by now, but we always have one and they all look the same to me when I chase them off the chickens’ food.

They are not shy. They’re fiercely territorial; they’ll fight to the death with other robins and take on much bigger birds. In fact, I strongly suspect if we could understand and speak robin, we’d find them the most horrible little assholes in the bird kingdom. But awwwwwww, aren’t they cute?

Uncle B took this picture in the garden today. It’s not his usual razor sharp focus because the little bastard was hopping around and wouldn’t pose.

Another day off work today. In fact, I doubt I’ll get in for the rest of the week. Tonight is the last night in the twenties, but it’s not much warmer tomorrow and the wind is going to double into the 40 mph range. Then Friday the wind dies down and heavy snow is forecast.

It’s the wind that’s the problem for us. It’s blowing hard from an unusual quarter, right across an enormous sheep field, picking up snow and landing it in our garden. Our central heating can’t handle it, so I’ve had to pile up in bed under the electric blanket.

I’m trying real hard to look sad about that..

February 28, 2018 — 8:27 pm
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