The weather in Gloucestershire is consistently inconsistent. When I had the misfortune to work in Slough the weather operated within narrow parameters. A little warmer, a little cooler, a little rain, a little overcast.
This is probably due to the power station that is sympathetically positioned near the centre of the town. It controls the weather and pollutes the inhabitants. Slough is one of the dumbest and ugliest towns in Britain, and the poisoned air is the cause. But at least they have benign weather to soften their grotesque lives.
Out in the sticks there is no such moderating influence and the weather is a daily roll of the dice. This week: Monday snow, Tuesday sun, Wednesday fog, Thursday lashing rain.
Yesterday's fog was a peach. It was as dense as any I have driven in and there was a simple choice: drive at 10 miles an hour or work on the basis there there is unlikely to be an unlit stationary vehicle in the road (I chose the latter, but 30mph was fastest I could go and still get some warning of bends in the road.) During the afternoon I drove to the village, which is down a steep hill, and the weather there was on/off rain and low cloud. It was then that I realised that I had been driving through a cloud, not fog.
Today's rain brought a welcome return to aquaplaning, which is always a good laugh.
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I was on the phone to my boss in our Bristol office this morning and the rain was hammering on the roof so hard I asked him to move away from the piece of industrial machinery I thought he was standing next to.
Posted by Tarragon | December 1, 2005 9:42 PM
Posted on December 1, 2005 21:42