Dire weather warnings…snow to arrive overnight. Well they were right, it did.
At 8am my car was covered with snow but by 9.15am the rain had washed it all away.
There then followed a day of mainly long bright sunny intervals with the occasional heavy rain shower and at times hail stones just to add variety to our Sunday.
It was though a trifle muddy underfoot
North Westerly Gales and more snow on Tuesday are in the forecast…. maybe next time we will not be so lucky. But so far that is the worst the winter has thrown our way.
(C) David Oakes 2019
Overnight and during the morning we had some much needed rain…. heavy at times which must help our low water table situation. But it did rather blow a hole in the old weather folk law …. Red sky at night – Shepherds delight. Sundays sunset only lead to rain.
Best not to complain as rain is something that has been in short supply in our corner of the UK. The Lake stubbornly remained frozen, so the locals Ducks have forgotten how to swim and have now learned the art of walking on water….
Later in the day normal service has resumed and the sun broke through.
It didn’t exactly bring a smile to the faces of the Highland cattle… but body language suggested a slightly happier mood….
Now where did I put my Hairdryer?….
My hair is all wet and I cannot do a thing with it!
(C) David Oakes 2019
I guess many of us can recite the old rhyme about Red Sky. A warning of bad weather or maybe good weather and depending upon what you had been taught it was either a Sailor or Shepherd to whom the advice was addressed.
The morning broke with a sky on fire so best watch out…and even the weather forecaster are predicting some inclement weather ahead. Thankfully by the time I wrote this late afternoon that forecast and prediction hadn’t come about…just another glorious December day…one that perhaps did indicate that winters is here.
The sky eventually turned to blue with a frost on the ground (only a touch of frost) and a misty horizon…
The now bare fronds of the Silver Birch wafted in the northerly breeze
A breeze that did little to move the mighty Oak
But we headed for our favourite stand of ‘bent’ Beech trees.
Once planted many, many years ago to form a boundary hedge, a hedge that estate workers started to ‘lay’ by bending and cropping the young trees and for some reason abandon. Being left to there own devices the Beech has reverted to norm and reached up to the sky….the only clue to there past being the bent trunks at the base.
Not a bad day for mid December a day that still feels more autumnal than winter
(C) David Oakes 2018