Watching Where the Wind Blows

One of the advantages of our house on the side of the hill is that you can watch the weather coming out of the windows at the back – and then going away again out the front (assuming normal prevailing winds apply and the weather actually is planning on leaving, which isn’t always a given).

So it was very satisfying to be able to time my trip to Bigtown this afternoon just behind this heavy shower – just moderating my speed enough to stay out of its skirts.

rain falling on Bigtown

Even better to get to the roundabout on my way into town and realise that the queue of cars that has built up is merely stuck behind a working bin lorry, leaving me able to filter past the lot of them and skip onto the roundabout scot free.

It’s little moments like this that make it all worth while.

3 Responses to Watching Where the Wind Blows

  1. M says:

    Agreed.
    (About the little moments)

  2. Charles says:

    I was about to nip out on the bike when I thought I would check the emergency pump that I carry in case of punctures. Dear Reader, it fell apart in my hands! I then had to take the car to the local bike shop, closed even though it said it was open (country living) so I had to go into Wells, where I found a very nice pump for half the price of the local man. This seems to be the problem with rural life, you want to support your local shops but they are closed or out of stock when you need them. At least Amazon did not get my money which is something I suppose.

  3. disgruntled says:

    @M – indeed
    @Charles – other than Bigtown (and Notso Bigtown) we don’t really have that many shops, but I do try and purchase locally before resorting to the internet

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