I like extremes of weather. I’m not moaning; it’s great to see the sun, the spring buds growing, the grass and the daffodils, leaving the house without a coat, though we’re far away from no jumper. T-shirt weather is really only a few scant days in July, though we have had Easters that have been just as warm in the past. But I like the storms. Sitting here on the study at night with one small light on, a wee dram, some writing or wood burning going on whilst the rain absolutely tips it down outside, the wind batters the trees, or the lightning flashes over the hills.
Snow comes when it’s quiet. The big heavy dumps are the best, ones where we just shut down and only get out for the sledging and the snowball fights. This year we didn’t have much again and the second sledge remains still packaged up. And our Easter holidays are nearly over without suntans or shorts out. It’s still cold in the morning and afternoons but the evenings are nicer. Don’t need to wear a coat to jiu-jitsu, but do need to wear one to nursery.