St Swithin You Bastard

August 1, 2017

It’s fair to say that the weather has been a bit of a mixed bag since, well, St Swithin’s day, effectively, with the weather gods and/or the good saint dishing up some combination of sunshine and showers  changing at fifteen minute intervals, and with the forecast being more of the same for the foreseeable future.

This evening, though, it relented long enough to grant us a beautiful summer evening, just in time for my ride home from the pub. I really had no option but to stop and capture the moment.

evening sky

We do live in a genuinely beautiful part of the world. And occasionally the clouds part long enough for us to appreciate it.

evening sky

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Happy St Swithin’s Day

July 15, 2017

A friend, whose birthday it is, reminded me that today is St Swithin’s Day

St Swithin’s day if thou dost rain
For forty days it will remain
St Swithin’s day if thou be fair
For forty days ‘twill rain nae mare

About that …

harebells in the rain

Today it stopped raining just long enough for our afternoon summer ride but – crucially – not long enough to not drench me on the ride out and the ride back.

Obviously, this is just a legend,* and not weather forecasting – because even up here it never actually rains for 40 days in a row – but it does have a grain of truth in that by mid July the weather does seem to have more or less settled into the pattern that it will follow over the rest of the summer (and here’s a slightly more scientific argument to back me up). Which means we can look forward to another 40 days of hopefully checking the weather forecast for the odd sunny day here and there, while the part of my Twitter timeline that lives down South bangs on about how hot it is.

Speaking of legends, I have now cycled past the spot where gooseberry man was three times, and seen no sign of any gooseberry bushes. I’m beginning to think I made it up. Can you get pop up gooseberry bushes?

* Incidentally, I always thought that the legend came about because St Swithin gave his cloak to a beggar, and then the sun shone for 40 days so he didn’t need it, but I appear to have completely made that up because according to the internet, it was St Martin who went around giving out cloaks, St Swithin was just a bit choosy about where he was buried.