Brrr. As predicted with much excitement by what Huttonian likes to call the BBC Terror Centre, the wind has shifted around from our prevailing south and south-westerlies to the north. (A cold snap – in November! – who would ever have thought it?) But anyway, the point is, it managed to do the shift during the five minutes today that I was exchanging pleasantries in the papershop.
No prizes for guessing the prevailing direction of my ride into – and home from – the shop. Suffice it to say, that I’ve never come to a standstill going downhill before…
An alternative description is the BBC Blether Centre-linguistically appropriate for Scotland
yeah – generally it’s just blether, but when they get all excited about some ‘severe weather’, then terror applies. Except when they’re busy calming us down about some non-existent hurricane, of course.
You’ll have to take up hang gliding! Have a good weekend. xx
And oh what a blog that would be!
I worked with a TV weatherman that could not stop grinning madly when it started snowing. He was very popular, but I think that was more because of his dog “Windy” who was a feature on his segment. She would play dead when he pretended to shoot her. That was damn cute! She’s actually dead now, but don’t worry, he has two other dogs, Stormy and Breezy.
A friend of mine has a dynamo powered battery to give extra oomph and make hills more bearable. Either that or you’ll have to get one of those pointy helmets à la Chris Boardman. (Just realised that could be read two ways – apologies).Now that really would ensure a reception at the paper shop!
Elizabeth – British weather forecasts must have come as a sad disappointment to you after that. I still remember the excitment when they went from the stick-on symbols on the weather map to the automatic ones…
J – I’m not sure I could handle the resulting banter
Cold snap? Where I was stood it was a ‘kin freezing snap.
Oh dear, had to turn the heating on have we?
Yes, we most definitely have