We British are obsessed with the weather, but that is hardly surprising as it is so unpredictable. We don't have set patterns like so many other parts of the world. If the weathermen are to be believed, this is largely due to the positioning of the jet stream, which this year has chosen to swoop down South of the country (so far).
This week, so far, has been really Spring-like, warm hazy sun clearing mist, then the mist winning, then a reversal - all day; and not a breath of wind. Friends P and D who live in the Lakes, only perhaps thirty five miles away (and less as the crow, or weather, flies) have had more or less continuous rain.
Now this morning we have a sharp wind blowing. Five minutes ago it was raining slightly, now the sun is shining.
Unlike the States, where they are again experiencing extreme weather along that East Coast (they so often send it over here so please don't do it this time). This morning's Times has a beautiful
Breughelesque picture of ten thousand competitors ice fishing on a frozen Lake Gull in Minnesota. Schools and offices are shut and flights are cancelled as that East Coast faces its second big snowstorm of the year. One wonders how thick the ice must be to support that number of people
I am reminded of a visit to China many years ago when the ice was a metre thick on the lake and cyclists and buses were taking a short cut across rather than going round. Only once in my entire life can I remember the river in our village (the slow flowing Witham in Lincolnshire) freezing over so that us kids could play on it. What excitement that caused.
If you live on that East coast - keep snug and warm - or get ice fishing - your choice.