Camping in the midlands at an Easter that is earlier than it has been since the last ice-age seems to have promted the weather to turn, how stupid are we to think it wouldn’t. The East Anglian skies have been galloping southerly like the charge of the Light Brigade, the low dark raining drifts of Nibus Nasticus soaking the already saturated fields and overflowing dykes. To add pain to rain snow is forecast, this morning, as a taster, in the relatively calm High Street from the bookshop I witnessed a Christmas scene, the white flakes falling in quantity, landing lightly and vapourising on the wet street and on the backs of damp shoppers. Now, post lunch, the sky is blue and slower, but the wind is still a crazy tormented element intent on turning me into a mad psycho, I hate it and it brings out in me the worst of snappy sharp tongued expletives. Poor man on the sofa sneeks quietly off hoping the wind would calm or at least, I suspect, that it would blow me away. We are still hoping the weather will turn out nice, that the Met Office got it wrong and Spring will push on through and the daisies of the World spontaneously and strangely flower in time for ‘The Greatest Story Ever Told’, and John Wayne can seemingly utter ‘Truely he is the son of God, for he hath brought sun where there was rain’. Happy Easter.

A sudden change in temperature forces us all to search for our gloves, hats and winter woolies which we have stashed away in the darkest corners of our homes, I always have difficulty finding mine that I have stuffed into a pocket of a long since rejected coat, in the cupboard under the stairs or in the boot of the car. Often damp and cold or crushed into an unrecognisable mound of careless clutter. Last year I recall thinking I will put these somewhere safe, my favorite scalf survived though didn’t emerge until I had purchased a spare, but my gloves and hat have been absorbed by the house, I can’t even recall where ‘safe’ was.
So should I be concerned?, what does the Winter weather hold for us?, rain, floods, the big freeze, warm sunshine, wind?. There’ll be vast media coverage of the freeze or the heat, something unseasonal, something unsavory, climate change tracked on a daily basis, worried about, discussed and plastered across the media to divert us from the issues closer at hand like the price of oil. More on that later when I have to buy the next 1000litres!. I am decending into a conspiracy theory rant and it is only 8.30am, or is it?.