There is an old saying here in England that Summer is ‘Three fine days and a thunder storm’. Well, this summer, we have had our three fine days (although not consecutively) and some decent storms in the East Anglian area when, on Friday, June the 5th, the weather forum I belong to (more of that later) was a-buzz with excitement. And no wonder really, when storms, especially the long lasting or all night variety are as rare as hens teeth these days. Just like the nice weather really.
I say these days because storms and, indeed real, seasonal summer weather, seemed to be much more prevalent in my childhood; when every day of the six week summer school break was filled with warmth and sunshine. And, after days of endless blue sky and sun, the inevitable, sometimes violent, thunder storms lasted for hours and filled my poor little mother with absolute terror.
And the accompanying heavy rain often flooded our basement flat because the ancient drains just couldn’t cope. But we shrugged our shoulders, bailed out the rain water, lifted the (unfitted) carpets, lit the coal fires to dry out the rooms and carried on….until next time.
However, to get back to summer? 2015, I have just one question…..Where is it? Flaming June it is not. Every morning it’s like the meteorological version of ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’. Chilly, damp and miserable. It’s enough to make the most ardent patriot up sticks and move to warmer climes. And where you don’t need to wrap up in thick winter woollies at six am when you pad downstairs to make a cuppa. (Mainly because the cat insists on the back door being left open….as cats do) So I stand shivering over the kettle while an Arctic blast rushes through the house and raindrops the size of £2 coins splatter the newly bought, tartan doormat. Grrrrr!
And now…here we are on Midsummer Day and it’s dull, overcast and windy. Oh, we have had about an hours worth of sunshine and it is warm. But for June it is still bloody awful. And after tonight…the darkness begins to slowly draw in again. Longer nights, shorter days but at least we won’t see much difference in the weather. Unless we have an Indian Summer when the warmth of September and October wraps one in a soft mantle of gentle Autumnal heat. I love being at the seaside on days like that.
But we still have the rest of June, and July and August for the weather to redeem its self. When we might experience some hot sunny days with gentle breezes just to take the edge off. And those warm, balmy evenings filled with the scents of roses, honeysuckle and newly mown grass. And the silence of an English country night when all one can hear is a dog barking in the distance, the rustle of trees as they sway in the warm, fragrant breeze.
And then…another, more ominous sound is heard.
That sinister, low growl in the distance. The first flickers of lightning on the horizon. And then…the first huge splodges of rain land on the parched, dusty earth…and into your pint.
Flaming June indeed.
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