Showing posts with label sunshine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sunshine. Show all posts

Monday 20 August 2018

British Summer - ill prepared, sweaty, burnt but splendid

In the garden, outside Folkestone with my feet in a bucket of cold water to cool down. UK residents are unused to such soaring temperatures!  



The British wilt and moan and find sweating just not PC. Usually lashed with gentle rain, they are ill-equipped for heat waves. Our climate changes in the UK normally necessitate simple choices, jumper on or jumper off. Not shorts and no socks. Even finding footwear is suddenly challenging. How to cope without socks? We British reach a stage of undress in heatwaves that we would not deem appropriate in the privacy of our own bedrooms. 

In such a state sweat lubricates unexpected social interactions. These are normally only attained with abundant alcoholic beverages to loosen tight-lipped inhibitions. Feet with velociraptor toenails are suddenly on display. 



In blazing sunshine, shoulder hair is exhibited with abandon everywhere. They expose themselves to complete strangers in ways they only show reluctantly to their GPs under pain and duress.




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One gets a glimpse of social change triggered by climate change. At such sudden temperature shifts cultures sustain earthquake-like damage. Reserve comes tumbling down. The stiff upper lip quivers. Engagement with others, across the gardens burnt brown, burst forth. 



All this will change, of course, with the onset of rain and the clouds of autumn.  But in this heat wave of a summer, unexpected flowers spring in a wondrous diversity of colours. Possibilities of interactions undreamed of becoming common. Unable to mow our tiny patches of green perfection we reach out instead to other humans. Undressed, sweaty and ill-prepared we launch exciting interactions here and there. Like a Vikings on unknown raids, daring all. It’s a splendid thing – a sunny English summer!

Monday 30 July 2012

To have no rain is a rare thing


It rains constantly here
Pouring out of the skies
As if a gracious Gardner is over concerned
About the greenness of our lands
These small fields
Multihued hankies
The hills bog strewn
With bleak beauty

We discuss our weather
As we do our health
Shocked at how poor both are
Comparing notes on how wet things are
‘sure no summer at all’
And happily combining both in
‘this weather really gets into my bones’

But if the sun shines, all is transformed
The green freshness looks majestic and vital
The sea turns from gray to beckoning blue
And our mountains become as nature intended
Wild with beauty

Every face is radiant with joy
In the rare sunshine
We cannot hide our delight
And want to hug ourselves
At this good fortune
A dry day with no clouds
Sure it is no wonder we dance and sing our joy
To have no rain is a rare thing