It’s a sign of how nice a summer we’ve had, that I find the return of normal weather service almost a personal affront. I suppose my first tactical error was letting the Weather Gods know that I’d be in the garden from 5 to 6 pm most afternoons, giving them just too tempting a target to aim for. My other tactical error was letting the other half get a job that he has to drive to* meaning I have to cycle for the paper come rain or shine. Of course, I can pick my moment to go out on the bike, but this just seems to add an element of cat and mouse to the game that the Weather Gods relish. The situation is not helped by the BBC, whose idea of an adequate weather forecast for Scotland on Wednesday morning was ‘And for Scotland, rain at times,’ followed by Thursday’s slightly more detailed ‘And for Scotland, especially Bigtownshire, some very heavy rain at times.’ That’s not so much a forecast as a truism…
Still, cunning deployment of my waterproof overtrousers (I don’t wear them, I just put them in my bag and it seems to work to keep the rain at bay) plus the blessed Rain Today means that I have so far only been drenched the once this week. And ford aficionados will be delighted to learn that we recorded a massive nine inches** this evening (too dark for photos), the highest we’ve seen it since we embarked on tadpole watch in the spring.
*believe me, I have investigated the alternatives
** I was going to make that the title of the post, but I get enough unsavoury hits from this one.