Wild, wild, wild night oop 'ere. Streetlights out. Struggled out for a late prowl. Place empty, few house lights on, seemed for a moment as if plunged back into the 17th century.
Stormy Weather II
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The world seen through yellow perspex, or an amber filter - no exaggeration - exactly as depicted in Caliban's photos! Making the most of 21 C temperatures almost unknown this late in the year, and with forthcoming muddy paths in mind, a nearby wood was the choice for my afternoon walk. Having observed the pink sun mentioned everywhere disappear into featureless grey suddenly found myself in trees-enshrouded semi-darkness, a strange aircraft-like roar that turned out to be a prolonged wind gust hitting the woodland far side beyond view, and the sky turning bronze. The whole phenomenon lasted maybe an hour and a half, during which time the temperature here dropped to 14 Celsius, and I was hastening my pace home, half anticipating a downpour, which never happened. I'd already worked out the upper level pollution sources by that stage, but still haven't figured why so little rain came out of that frontal cloud!
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Just as it's starting to recover, poor old Ireland is due for another clobbering by storm-force winds on Saturday! - not as severe as Monday's, true, but probably more widespread: 70 mph Force 11 is expected right along our own coastlines from W Wales, round the SW peninsular and along the S coast to Kent; a yellow warming has been issued for London and inland areas of the SE, with moderate to strong gales gusting to 45-50 mph, so make sure to be in the vicinity of lamp posts to hang onto if venturing out, is my advice to anyone going out from midday to late evening hereabouts on Saturday. And forget about brollies!!!
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Going grey after a fine morning. Like Ireland, we in upper NW England too are bracing ourselves for a wet and windy w/end.
A word of explanation: a number of my postings about living oop 'ere have been seemingly dismissed as masochistic and self-willed 'Northern' miseries.
The fells and mountains I live among are a spectacular theatre for weather, cloudscapes that defy capture, all playing out its amazements. I cherish every minute of that.
Yes, I did choose here, and yes, some days I am surprised I did, but the drama of everyday is enough to heal, to satisfy and sustain whatever superficial gasps of 'no!' may be expleted when I go out. But a walk on wild hills, a plunge into the sheer beauty of autumnally tinctured forestland, the cleansing of winds and rain - yes even that awful quiet drenching finest of fine rains that the fells here specialise in - all that are mine to possess and be possessed by.
I may moan, but I'd not be anywhere else to live. To visit, yes, but to live in? No.
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Originally posted by DracoM View PostGoing grey after a fine morning. Like Ireland, we in upper NW England too are bracing ourselves for a wet and windy w/end.
A word of explanation: a number of my postings about living oop 'ere have been seemingly dismissed as masochistic and self-willed 'Northern' miseries.
The fells and mountains I live among are a spectacular theatre for weather, cloudscapes that defy capture, all playing out its amazements. I cherish every minute of that.
Yes, I did choose here, and yes, some days I am surprised I did, but the drama of everyday is enough to heal, to satisfy and sustain whatever superficial gasps of 'no!' may be expleted when I go out. But a walk on wild hills, a plunge into the sheer beauty of autumnally tinctured forestland, the cleansing of winds and rain - yes even that awful quiet drenching finest of fine rains that the fells here specialise in - all that are mine to possess and be possessed by.
I may moan, but I'd not be anywhere else to live. To visit, yes, but to live in? No.
There are the effects of cloud shadows passing across mountainsides in strong winds that are among my strongest memories of fells holidays during childhood. Somehow this cannot be captured with equal drama over the fields of our lowlands on the same elevation as the onlooker. That said, there are numerous vantage points from which our relatively flat terrain affords distant views unavailable to the deep valley's inhabitants without a lot of clambering - and even hereabouts in particular I'm not speaking of expensive rides on the London Eye or to the top of The Shard, but of viewpoints reachable on foot in two hours' worth of walking from Trafalgar Square, e.g. from Hampstead Heath, Highgate, and Crystal Palace, even Primrose Hill with a nice preimilary stroll through Regents Park; or half that time by Boris bike* or by upstairs bus.
*I'm afraid I don't happen to know what the hire rates are, or if one needs a prepayment card to access these bikes.
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Originally posted by DracoM View Post
A word of explanation: a number of my postings about living oop 'ere have been seemingly dismissed as masochistic and self-willed 'Northern' miseries.
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I may moan, but I'd not be anywhere else to live. To visit, yes, but to live in? No.
But for me, such places are - to use your words - "To visit, yes, but to live in? No... "
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Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View Post
There are the effects of cloud shadows passing across mountainsides in strong winds that are among my strongest memories of fells holidays during childhood. Somehow this cannot be captured with equal drama over the fields of our lowlands on the same elevation as the onlooker.
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Originally posted by Bryn View PostEarly days, Bbm. Early days."The sound is the handwriting of the conductor" - Bernard Haitink
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Originally posted by Petrushka View PostYes, we hear the same thing every year at around this time and I don't know why anyone takes any notice of these charlatans. However, the law of averages dictates that one year they will get it right!
Yes, ts - I was right about the frost here, too; temperatures dipped to the very low single figures overnight, with the first hints of white on the hedges this morning.[FONT=Comic Sans MS][I][B]Numquam Satis![/B][/I][/FONT]
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