I suppose - all things being equal - I prefer a contrary climate to one which is absolutely predictable. I wouldn't like it to be hot all the year round - the heat drives me crazy; and cold all the year round is equally bad. Our friend and neighbour has just been to Canada for ten days for a wedding and it was so very hot - and so many mosquitoes - that he came home desperate for some temperate weather. And yet that same place has heavy snow in Winter.
If I am honest, there is surely no more wonderful thing, weather wise, than a perfect Spring day here in the UK. A day when the sun shines, the leaves are breaking on the trees, there is a gentle breeze,a smell of growth and the promise (even if it is not always fulfilled) of a pleasant Summer to come.
Autumn has arrived here in the Yorkshire Dales overnight. We had a drop of twelve degrees from one day to the next, the Winter duvet has gone back on the bed, and last night the temperature was only four degrees. Today it is ten - last week end it was twenty two.
And yet there is something lovely about Autumn too, isn't there? The smell of dying leaves is not unpleasant, the smell of Autumn bonfires is lovely, the gathering of the wild crab apples, hazel nuts, blackberries and mushrooms makes us feel that we are getting something for nothing. And we can put out of our minds the approaching Winter when it is only mid Seeptember, can't we?
Saltburn, which is near to where Denise (Mrs Nesbitt's space on my side bar) lives had a sudden flash flood on Friday when there was a gigantic down pour. Cars were washed away, houses were flooded, debris, including whole trees, was washed down to the sea almost.
But this is what we get in a country where the weather is unpredictable. Isn't it preferable to knowing that there will be three feet of snow, thick ice and temperatures of minus thirty (as there was in Almaty when I visited on holiday some years ago) every year? Giant kindling stacks, triple glazing, huge wood burning stoves - but you still have to go out in it, don't you?
##Did anyone see the amazing Nigel Kennedy on Last Night of the Proms. How marvellous to see and hear such a man who oozes musicality and genius on the one hand and yet takes all the stuffiness out of it by appearing in a tee shirt, with a cup of coffee in his hand. Or would you rather he had stuck to the dress code?