It's been a few years since l worked in an office, but l recognise quite a few ! At least it is not humid here (Glos) , but l think the humidity is supposed to rise next week. I have no idea how long this will go on for, but l am looking on the bright side, l only water newly planted things and anything special, anything else that doesn't make it will get taken out and eventually new plants as replacements!
Being a relatively new gardener if I can get my plants/garden through this hot weather without over/under watering and scorching most of them I'll be a happy bunny. It's keeping me busy though. Thank God I have this forum
"Older people" Adult teenagers please. I have memory of many long hot summers, 1947 fighting Heath fires in Hampshire after digging trains out of massive snow drifts, the army to the rescue again. It seems to happen every decade or so, bad winter brilliant summer although if we Brits did not moan what else would we have to do. We choose where we live, Mountain top or Flood plain so moaning about the weather in that place is futile. In this area Stockton on Tees we ship water out and have never known a hose ban. We in the UK have the best weather in the world, this is surely the Green and Pleasant land of poetry, enjoy what we get it could be worse. Today now the Sea Mist has gone it is 20c expecting it to get even warmer, the family will all be here later enjoying drinks in the garden as I cuddle my Great Grandson four months old. Frank.
ChrisWM. Perspective is ones view of happenings you actually saw or took part in as against hearsay based on things you read or heard or even passed down as folk law. I help the Local Library History section often correcting handed down stories. 1940, 1944, 1947. were the worst winters in my life time followed by wonderful summers. 1940 it rained bits of German planes from clear blue skies, 1944 the battle of the Bulge in horrific conditions and 1947 people were stepping out of their bedroom windows onto the snow banks. My claim to fame on arriving in a flat field of snow were the words, "Sergeant, where is the train we are to dig out" reply, "you are standing on it lad get your shovel start digging" he was right and we did in time get down to a train in a cutting luckily void of passengers. The tops of the telephone poles across the area should have been a clue. The last worst winter or best summer depends on age and our view of what is bad what is worse, vastly different in many cases, as is History. The WW2 which I saw changes by the day as modern historians delve into archives, it appears to me we saw two very different wars. My Great Grandson has gone on his way back to Newcastle, he is so lively he may well have gone to the Hopping's, our secret North Eastern show that usually gets wiped out by rain storms, this year is the once in a decade. Frank.
@Lizzie27, 1976 was my first year as a married woman, in a house near Cambridge with a GARDEN. With the enthusiasm of youth we bought lots of seeds and just sowed them all over the place... nobody told us you don't direct sow half-hardy annuals, but the weather was such that we had the most amazing zinnias, and marrows which pulled over the chain link fence between our garden and the next. I remember standing outside when it finally rained, after several months of heat and drought, and finding the neighbours were doing the same...
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
It began mizzzling around 7.00am this morning, turned into a warm steady rain all morning. Cleared up by mid day and became hot and sunny by 1.00 mid day. Topped up my watering the night before nicely.
We had a few spots of rain earlier but nothing to cool the atmosphere or water the plants. There is a rainbow now... a forecast of a posssible shower soon but dry for the next 10 days on the weather apps.
The threatened showers didn't appear here............but it was a much cooler day, got loads done outside.....forceast hot and dry for at least the next week.
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At least it is not humid here (Glos) , but l think the humidity is supposed to rise next week. I have no idea how long this will go on for, but l am looking on the bright side, l only water newly planted things and anything special, anything else that doesn't make it will get taken out and eventually new plants as replacements!
I have memory of many long hot summers, 1947 fighting Heath fires in Hampshire after digging trains out of massive snow drifts, the army to the rescue again. It seems to happen every decade or so, bad winter brilliant summer although if we Brits did not moan what else would we have to do.
We choose where we live, Mountain top or Flood plain so moaning about the weather in that place is futile. In this area Stockton on Tees we ship water out and have never known a hose ban.
We in the UK have the best weather in the world, this is surely the Green and Pleasant land of poetry, enjoy what we get it could be worse.
Today now the Sea Mist has gone it is 20c expecting it to get even warmer, the family will all be here later enjoying drinks in the garden as I cuddle my Great Grandson four months old.
Frank.
I help the Local Library History section often correcting handed down stories.
1940, 1944, 1947. were the worst winters in my life time followed by wonderful summers. 1940 it rained bits of German planes from clear blue skies, 1944 the battle of the Bulge in horrific conditions and 1947 people were stepping out of their bedroom windows onto the snow banks. My claim to fame on arriving in a flat field of snow were the words, "Sergeant, where is the train we are to dig out" reply, "you are standing on it lad get your shovel start digging" he was right and we did in time get down to a train in a cutting luckily void of passengers. The tops of the telephone poles across the area should have been a clue.
The last worst winter or best summer depends on age and our view of what is bad what is worse, vastly different in many cases, as is History. The WW2 which I saw changes by the day as modern historians delve into archives, it appears to me we saw two very different wars.
My Great Grandson has gone on his way back to Newcastle, he is so lively he may well have gone to the Hopping's, our secret North Eastern show that usually gets wiped out by rain storms, this year is the once in a decade.
Frank.