Weather

The house across the road has a pure white, thickly frosted roof. My first thought is “Hey, good loft insulation”, my second thought is that with the council’s hastily fairylightened tree looming large between us it does actually look a bit like a wee Christmas card scene. And is accordingly quite nice. Holly is of course unmoved by this, concentrating instead on the secret conversations she has with Mr Panda. I’m being increasingly overlooked in favour of a stuffed toy. Them’s the breaks.

The warm sunlit ascents and cool clear nights of the trips earlier in the year seem a distant memory. It’ll be cold fingers making the cuppa and frozen breath caught in a headtorch beam obscuring the view from now on. Pitching in the dark and frozen footwear in the morning.

Seasons, what an invention. Keeps you on your toes, sorts the wheat from the chaff.

10 thoughts on “Weather

  1. Seasons are indeed a wonderful invention…although the seasons around here lately seem to be 10 months of wet,followed by a couple of months of random weather phenomenon.I cast my mind back to early last year(january I think),snow on the ground and an early morning start in the hills,loads of snow on the lower slopes of Fan hir,maen mawr stone circle struggling to keep its head above the drifts,then the long slog upwards with the hounds in tow,the snow getting firmer further up and a glorious cloud free summit with a view that stretched for miles in all directions,bright winter sun,not a hint of a breeze…superb…just hope theres more to come this winter…for now its just cold and very grey.

  2. We’ve got freezing fog here right now. I’ve got a good feeling about this winter.

    Traditionally here, the weekend before Christmas it all goes wrong. Any snow disappears and it’s either a warm humid or rainy horror holiday.

  3. You know, I bloody hate winter, and I’m not afraid to admit it. I read on the forums of all these people looking forward to it, but I really can’t see it.

    I live in the middle of England, where we never get any snow, so all winter weather brings is miserable cold drizzle to complement the miserable short days.

    Combine this with the demands put on your time and wallet over Christmas, and it becomes practically impossible to get a day out.

    The days I do get out are local due to the limited daylight, and the past few times it’s been walking in a half mist over a bleak boggy moor with a crust of ice over the top. Whoopee! Not quite what they picture on the cover of TGO

    If it were up to me it’d be sunny and 20C all year round, then if I wanted to do some winter walking, I’d book a holiday somewhere, where i could guarantee the weather.

    Sorry for the rant, just done the Christmas supermarket trip on a dingy grey day, spent a fortune we don’t have on stuff we don’t kneed! I bet it just pours down when we try and go for a walk on Bridlington beach on Christmas day too..

    Bah Humbug!

  4. Aw, man. You need to move up here.

    You do get the days like the magazine covers, as you can see to the right :o)
    But it’s definitely not every day. You have to pay for the good ones with the grey days.
    So, I do share your pain.

    A wee bit :oD

  5. Hope you’re right about the winter ptc*. However Geoff Monk is hinting at a return to the traditional mild and windy stuff :-(
    On the other hand he does say that before that happens tomorrow will be another classical low inversion :-) Pity I can’t get out to enjoy it!

    Shuttleworth – you talk of being in the middle of England and going for a walk on Bridlington beach – I’m deducing that you might be from East Yorkshire – if so you have my sympathy – I’m originally from Hornsea! Only real snow I remember was February 1979 and being snowed in on Geography field trip on the North York Moors. Mind you we don’t get that much in Ayrshire but at least it’s not too far to some proper mountains!

  6. I’m not even looking at the forecast. I’m not jinxing myself, I want out on Sunday.

    I will be having crusted neve, a slight breeze, temperarures just below freezing and the merest hints of cloud floating high across a royal blue sky.

    Yes indeed.

  7. Aw, man. You need to move up here.

    Yeah, my step brother moved up, first to Fraserborough, then down to Haddington, he has a very weird accent now :), and I’ve got a mate in Elgin. Fine if you are in the RAF or a Copper like they are, but I work in a factory. I could never work in a call centre (the Scottish equivalent?), so my job options would be limited.

    A.T. I live in Leeds, it is handy for the Dales and North York Moors, great when the weather is better, but I seem to spend most of my time wandering around in fog/a bog/both.

    Perhaps when I’m better equipped and have more experience, winter will seem a bit more fun, camping would make much more use of the available daylight.

    My dad lives in Bridlington (or Leeds-on-sea as he calls it!) so we are staying there for Christmas, hence the walk on the beach. Bet it’s wet and foggy ;)

  8. Camping does make good use of the shorter days. The 5am “alpine starts” too. But for that you still need to be near the mountains.
    I went through a long period of rubbish days, always damp, no views. There’s no rhyme or reason to why it turns out like that, and it’s easy to get disheartened, harder to get up early that next time for a trip when the forecast’s looking iffy.
    You just have to keep at it, keep going out as aften as you can and you do get the good days.
    I’m always putting up pictures on here of the good days, but there’s plenty of rubbish days where the camera has stayed in the rucksack.
    Which helps you forget…

    Ah Fraserbugh. I’m off there next week to see the in-laws, if I get a chance I’ll climb Bennachie :o)

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