The Snows of Yesteryear

The British weather is like a bad lover. She seduces only to disappoint. Perhaps in London we have had our summer, even though the nights are still getting longer for a few more days. Perhaps it is age, which remembers better summers through the tinted eyes that are now weary and less reliable. We live within our time and recall times past imperfectly through the prism of optimism, which distorts by showing too much. And as the night draw in with depressing inexorable ruthlessness and as winter’s cold wraps itself into our very bones shall we ask

Mais où sont les neiges d’antan!

No Sweet Showers

“When that April with its showers sweet The drought of March has pierced to the root”

The long hot summer ofLondonstarted in February. Londoners have for centuries been used to a dry March followed by a warm wet April; May is usually a reasonably rainy month. However April and May have proved dry months in most of Southern England andNorthern France. Most places inEnglandhave had not only the lowest amounts of rainfall for more than a hundred years, but also the warmest weather in April for more than a hundred years. Continue reading