I couldn’t think of anything to say this morning so fell back on the old British stalwart of the weather. One of the deep joys of living in Britain is the unpredictability of the weather. What with satellites and so on forecasters are getting much better at their job, but even so I’ve seen the forecast change several times in one day, sometimes only just catching up with a sudden belt of rain cloud or a snap frost. It’s a pain in the arse but I love it too; I love not knowing from one week to the next what the weather will be: it’s a bit like watching a good drama unfold. What will happen in the next episode? Will we see the sun at all? Will the gloom predominate or will there be a sudden frost? Will we experience unseasonable warmth?
Today we have a frost covering pretty much everything bar the roads. I knew it was coming because they’d forecast a cold night, but it’s still a big change from the early part of the week which was milder and wetter. Last night you could positively see the weather front approaching, the clouds disappearing and the stars coming out; you could feel the change in temperature. It was like being on Skye where the weather seems to shift every half-hour, from rain to sun and from warmth to chill.
There’s a weather phenomenon in the town where we live known as the Loughborough microclimate. This means that at times the weather here can be quite different from the rest of the county – I’ve seen it, coming up the A6 where the rain will suddenly stop and you head out onto dry road. Or where the weather is dry and sunny and it suddenly starts raining outside the town. I can’t find any official references to the Loughborough microclimate but it definitely exists. OH says so. So there.
Anyway, as a weather forecaster living in Britain you’ll never run out of things to say. No ‘scorchio’ here...
I’ll leave you with a memory of one of the BBC’s best-loved forecasters:
Kirk out
Sarada Gray 