Friday, 23 January 2009

What a let-down

I feel cheated.

No high winds have swept across the Suffolk tundra. No torrential downpours giving rise to fears of an inundation. In fact, the last 24 hours have been almost without a breeze and reasonably, for January at least, dry. Only now on Friday lunchtime is the wind picking up and the (light) rain falling as the back edge of the Low moves through. All my preparations were for nothing. Candles were strategically placed. Matches were to hand. The small camping stove was ready in the kitchen to boil water for hot drinks and maybe heat a tin of curried beans.



  1. That's because I love rough weather. Put it down to the fact that I grew up in Brighton where I would walk along the seashore in roaring gales, spray and spume flying about, and wander along the Undercliff Walk (now sadly decimated by the Marina complex) dodging the waves as they broke over the concrete walls, and climing up onto benches out of the reach of the swirling water.

    I loved it.

  2. Yes - not to mention standing on the deck of a cross-Channel ferry urging the captain to steer at the biggest waves, whilst avoiding the pools of ...