Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Rain moan

I don't know - we drive down here in a 4x4 hoping to kick of some of that global warming the BBC keeps promising and what do we get after belching out CO2  all the way down the M5?

Wall to wall rain.

When we arrived the local rag was bleating about droughts and hosepipe bans, but since then it has poured buckets. In the awning this morning, our shoes were practically floating.

Anyway we nipped out to Minehead for a walk in between the showers and down it came again. We were walking back to the caravan with a large antique metal ashtray, as you do on holiday, and the heavens opened. At least the ashtray didn't get wet.

I took a photo of the Clouds of Doom rolling in off the Bristol Channel, but the upload speed of this caravan site broadband is so slow I gave up. Not that the photo did the Clouds justice - you had to be here.  

Anyway that's it - we're giving up and going home tomorrow if we haven't floated away by then. So blogging may be light to absent tomorrow, but blame the failure of global warming, not me. Better still, blame the BBC, because we all believed them, didn't we?


Mark Wadsworth said...

Don't you just love technology? Thanks to the internet, we Brits can complain about the weather to the whole world, not just the few people huddled up at the bus stop :-)

CherryPie said...

Rain is beautiful, it brings out the wonderful colours of nature.

And the beauty of holidays is getting away from the humdrum of life. No listening to news, now worrying about technology, no worrying... The beauty is forgetting all of that, it really does refresh the spirit.

A K Haart said...

Mark - yes I do love it. Mass grumping is great (:

CherryPie - I agree with you, we don't really mind the rain too much.

James Higham said...

I feel sad you don't like it but can understand that on a holiday it's not the best. Generally, rain puts me in the best of moods.

A K Haart said...

James - we are ambivalent and most of the time we like it, but getting stuff dried off in a caravan becomes a pain eventually.