Posts Tagged ‘Weather’

Saturday, September 17th, 2011

Video of Tour of Britain

I set off in bright sunshine and came back in bright sunshine. It was the bit in between which did it for me. It has been raining solidly for several days, but when the skies cleared I decided to risk it and set off in my cycling shorts and an open necked shirt. All was well until I reached the road which leads to the prom, where there is often a large stretch of standing water, about 3 inches deep. When I reached the water I thought nothing of it and cycled in at speed only to realise when it was too late to do anything about it that this time the water was two feet deep and came up over the cycle wheels. I was forced to wade through 100 yards of icy water which came up to my thighs. Before I reached the end of this lake I began to see large droplets of water breaking the surface and then the heavens opened. The rain was relentless for the next half hour. By the time I got home every inch of my clothing was soaked through and I squeezed half a gallon of water from my socks before jumping into the shower. And do you know what – I felt bloody marvellous.

This video is of the Tour of Britain riders coming through Kendal. The race was cancelled because of the hurricane, but as the decision had already been made to close Kendal to traffic they decided to ride through anyway, with a police escort which would have done the Shah of Persia proud. Whichever way you do it, its fun cycling in a hurricane.

Wednesday, April 27th, 2011

The Swallows Return to the Damson Dene

MaleTreeSwallowHoveringAboveFemaleOnNestBox

“Swallows high, staying dry:
Swallows low, wet will blow”

The swallows are back at the Damson Dene, and very welcome they are too, even though their nest, which is just above the entrance to Reception, does create quite a mess. Our guests like to know at the start of each day what the weather’s going to be like and we print off a forecast which, as it’s prepared by the Met Office, is pretty useless. We’d do just as well to ask them to look at our Swallows. If they are flying high, the weather will be warm- this may be because they follow the insects, as the warm currents of air carry the insects upwards. If the weather is cool and wet the insects fly low and the birds follow them. An alternative, and better, theory, is that swallows have ear drums which are sensitive to air pressure, which acts like a built in barometer, which gives them a warning of a change in the weather.

Swallows are one of those birds whose population is rising, particularly here in the west of the country. Amazingly, they over-winter in South Africa. Their ultra-sensitivity to the weather is vital on the long perilous journey, but even so only 50% of adults survive the journey. They always come back to the same nest. Goodness knows what adventures our swallows have had on their journey here- but they’ve made it- and dead on time.

Sunday, February 27th, 2011

Death in Springtime

Cordyline
Things are springing to life in the garden, but it’s time to think about death. In amongst the new growth there are signs of death everywhere after a brutal winter. We thought we were badly hit last year, but this winter has been far worse. The biggest casualties have been the cordylines (Cordyline australis, sometimes known as the Torbay Palm).The victims have for the most part been the younger plants, those less than ten years old. Most of the more mature ones seem to be OK and in fact we seem to have fared better than the rest of Grange, where even large ancient palms have been hit, especially along the promenade. But in fact it’s too soon to talk about death with these plants because there’s a good chance that they will regenerate from the base so that, all being well, what has been a rather plain single-stemmed palm will become a handsome multi-stemmed one.

The photo shows a healthy mature palm surrounded by stricken younger ones.

Tuesday, January 25th, 2011

The Winter Fireside

Fireplace 2
“I put up a petition annually for as much snow, hail, frost or storm, of one kind or another
as the skies can possibly afford us. Surely everybody is aware of the divine pleasures which
attend a winter fireside, candles at four o’clock, warm hearth-rugs, tea, a fair tea maker,
shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies on the floor whilst the wind and rain
are raging audibly without”.
Thomas de Quincey- Confessions of an English Opium-eater

One of the great pleasures of my Slow Life is an open fire. The colder it is outside the more blissful the fire. Of course the ideal is the inglenook blazing with logs but here at Yewbarrow House we have small fireplaces and I find that a mixture of logs and coal is best. The fireplaces here are placed beneath windows, which is an usual architectural feature, but one which works well and we get a good draw even though the flue has to bend sharply to reach the chimney which runs up the side of the window.

Some of my sharpest early memories are to do with coal fires- of fetching buckets of coal from the outhouse and putting the “slack” on the kitchen fire last thing at night, so that it would last until morning. Perhaps it’s those childhood memories which make an open fire so precious- whatever the reason it’s good to come home to a blazing fire on a frosty evening.

Saturday, January 15th, 2011

The World’s Largest Garden Feature

paluma
The rain has been relentless and the north of the county is under water again. Nothing new there. But the most dramatic pictures come from the other side of the world, from Queensland, where entire suburbs have been drowned. These suburbs must have been built by supreme optimists because the lowlands of Queensland are forever being submerged.

Queensland’s most dramatic flooding took place in 1893 when the waters rose a full ten feet higher than they have this week. In fact the deluge was so great that a ship, the Paluma, which was berthed in the harbour, was lifted from her moorings and deposited in the botanical gardens, as this picture shows. It made quite an attractive ornamental feature amongst the palm trees for a while, but the dilemma of how to dispose of it was solved when a second deluge lifted it up and carried it out to sea. I think that’s a shame. If it had remained, the city fathers would have had a permanent reminder of the fact that Queensland is prone to flooding and they might have confined any future building to the higher ground.

Friday, December 10th, 2010

The Bee’s Weather Forecast

Bee Hive
Which makes the better weather forecaster- a bee or the Met Office? Last year Gloria Havenband, an amateur beekeeper from Derbyshire, noticed that the entrances to her bee hives had been blocked with very dense beeswax, much thicker than is normal. Her bees, she said, had prepared impregnable defences against wind rain and snow- an unusually harsh winter must be on its way. Not at all, said the Met Office, we can expect a mild winter. We all know who was right.
This year, Mrs Havenband noticed that her bees had once again protected their hives with thick layers of beeswax. Once again, their powers of forecasting have proved to be much more reliable than the Met Office’s £30 million computer. Perhaps they should but a few bee hives on the roof of their computer room.

Thursday, December 9th, 2010

The End of The Big Freeze

Japanese Pool in winter
This nipping air
Sent from the distant clime where winter wields
His icy scimitar

William Wordsworth

Yesterday the temperature on the road to the Damson Dene Hotel was minus 17.5 degrees; today it was plus 2. This remarkable turnaround was brought about simply because the wind changed direction from the icy east to the warm west. This is the first time the temperature here has been above zero for a fortnight.

Although the main roads have been clear there has been such a sense of drama in all the news bulletins that most people have been afraid to travel and the Lake District has had very few visitors, which is a pity because they have missed seeing the countryside at its most beautiful. This is how Paul Simons, who writes on the weather in the Times, describes it:

“As if by magic, a winter wonderland has appeared. Every tree, fence and blade of grass looks as if it has been sprayed with icing sugar, glittering and sparkling in the winter sunshine. This is a frost, but no ordinary frost. It is called rime, and appears as a thick coat of white crystals in exceptionally cold weather. And if the wind blows, the rime forms thick streaks on the side of a tree or any other object facing the direction of the wind, making it look like icy spears bursting out”

Sunday, November 28th, 2010

Winter Spectaculars-Part 2 Pampas Grass

Pampas Grass
Eric Robson may be the sharpest wit on the radio, but he’s a bit of a snob. I mean a gardening snob of course- I’m sure he’s not the sort of person to wince if he hears someone using the word toilet. But he does wince when he sees Pampas Grass (Cortaderia selloana) growing in someone’s garden, which must make any drive through suburbia a painful experience for him. He was very condescending on Gardener’s Question Time to a poor woman who asked how to control her clump of Pampas Grass. He said that Pampas Grass belonged on the pampas, not in a garden. His prejudice arises, no doubt, because Pampas Grass is seen so often in suburban gardens, usually too large for the site.
But in the right place, where it doesn’t get too big for it’s boots, it is the most magnificent of grasses. The Victorians loved it and so do I. The majestic plumes appear in the autumn, just when everything else is starting to die down and, weather permitting, they will last until the spring.

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010

Our Sweetcorn Crop Failure

Sweetcorn 3
Two thirds of my sweetcorn crop has failed. The extent of the disaster can be seen from this photo. The ones that came good were those which we grew from seed and which we planted out in good time. But I felt we didn’t have enough and I bought a large batch of small plants from Mammoth Onion on 16th June. They were planted out a week later, just at the time when the warm dry weather ended and the rains began. Or to put it another way, the time when a hose-pipe ban was imposed. The plants never really took hold and the result is corns like the ones on the right of the photo, which are good enough for Henry, our guinea pig, but not for anything else

Monday, September 13th, 2010

Surprising Survivors Part 10- The Fascist Pineapple

Fascist Pineapple
This plant is a bromeliad, a member of the pineapple family. Most bromeliads come from tropical rainforests and are epiphytic, which means that they grow on the branches of trees. But this bromeliad comes from the coastal forests of Chile and unusually grows in soil like most other plants. Its Latin name is Fascicularia, which means “growing together in bundles” and it is the very same word from which the Italian “Fascisti” derives, which means “a group bound tightly together”. According to the RHS at Wisley it can’t be grown outside in the UK, but we’ve been growing them outside for years and when I went out to take this photo today I noticed that we have about 70 clumps, which must be upwards of 350 plants in all. At this time of year the leaves start to turn a brilliant crimson and the rosette in the centre opens into a pale-blue flower. The trick to survival, as with so many exotics is good drainage. Last winter the hard frost burnt the leaves quite badly and they looked rather unsighly for much of the spring, but they have pulled through nicely.