Although it was half-past three in the afternoon there was still a faint sun-stained fog about. He liked that sun-stained fog almost beyond any other weather that London provided, and it seemed especially kindly and reassuring now, for London had been so very dark of late.
Hugh Walpole - The Joyful Delaneys (1938)
It’s been a cold, grey day here in our corner of Derbyshire with barely a faint breeze to remind us that the weather hasn’t stopped altogether like a tired old clock which finally gives up on time.
It has been quiet too. While disposing of the wood-burner ash in the garden, a woodpecker was so loud I thought it must be in the nearby cherry tree, but as usual I couldn’t see it.
A sun-stained fog would at least confirm that we still have a sun and the world hasn’t turned permanently grey. Starmer Grey perhaps.
A sun-stained fog would at least confirm that we still have a sun and the world hasn’t turned permanently grey. Starmer Grey perhaps.
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Full sunshine here in Western France - but cold (-2.7°C overnight; only 3.1°C max) cold breeze.
While disposing of the wood-burner ash in the garden
Ah, hiding the evidence! By putting stuff back where it came from. Very clever...
DAD - it's forecast to become colder overnight here with daytime temperatures not going much above freezing.
Sam - I spread it around too, so it dissipates into the soil, quickly hiding the evidence from Net Zero monitoring satellites.
'Net Zero satellites'!
Nice one, AK!
Appropriately similar to my post just popped onto the screen!
Scrobs - let's burn while we can.
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