Posts Tagged ‘rain’
Blackberrying In August In Torrential Rain.
Surely it’s too early for blackberries? The hedgerows near me have been brimming with fruit since July. I’m easily collecting a couple of pounds on every hour’s walk.
As for the rain, it’s par for the course these days. The way the jet stream has been behaving the last few years it’s becoming normal and I predict an Indian Summer. Come September when the lunatics return to the asylum at Parliament we’ll all be sweltering in the sun.
Follow all the weather forecasts you want. I can give you a money back guarantee you won’t get a more accurate prediction.
Extreme Dog Walking
This is the new, ultra hip, super cool sport for happenin’ dudes, dudesses and their doggies.
Started on the Dorset coast in the autumn of 2010, it has finally brought together the noble traditions of dog walking, singing in the rain and mad, British malarkey. Contrasted with the idea that only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun, this is the sport where only bonkers Brits and adventurous dogs go out in a torrential storm.
You’ve never been really wet until you’ve been Extreme Dog Walking. When the rain has been blown past horizontal, round to vertical but going upwards, then you begin to get a flavour of this exciting and challenging sport. When you have to walk with your face turned away from the stinging shotgun pellets that are rain drops while the dogs whimper and scuttle about your feet, only then will you begin to understand the determination, courage and true grit necessary to survive and succeed in this competition to end all competitions. Far below the sea can just be seen as a seething mass of whitewater. As the squalls come in the whole environment darkens and the gale force winds thrash and tangle at hat and clothing. Even with the air temperature at 17 C, the rain makes your hands freeze and your face smart. All you can do is call the dogs on, put your head down, gird your loins, steel your determination and go forth into the turbulence. There is no option to stop. It is as far to go on as it is to retreat. Forwards is the only option. Onwards to the end, to glory and glorious triumph!
As in all such endurance events the best bit is when it stops. A first layer of saturated “waterproofs” is peeled off and then the dogs are towelled down. Then off come the boots, often with gushes of water as each one is removed. Finally, right down to the underwear, each soaking layer is removed and the steam begins to rise. Then we begin to yarn, to talk of how every gust seemed bigger than the last. To boast of how we just made it through when all seemed lost, how we nearly got caught by that “gnarly” one, how we feel so “stoked” and “trashed” by our experience. Then we sit around in our “baggies”, drinking beer and smokin’ weed, knowing that we know what others never can, knowing that up there in them thar hills is where we feel really alive, where our sport of Extreme Dog Walking makes life worthwhile!
Compassion Fatigue
Let The Rest Of Them Drown
I did, I turned over this evening when the BBC News coverage of the Pakistan floods came on.
I didn’t want to see a child die on my television screen.
I can only care so much. For everyone, charity begins at home.
Like it or not, Pakistan doesn’t have the best reputation in the world. Of course, the individual tragedies are heart-breaking but there’s no great groundswell of public sympathy for a country that is the origin of so much evil in the world.
A religious zealot might suggest that the rains should fall on Pakistan and Israel for weeks on end so that the world might be cleansed of its infection.
It is less brutal than the story of Noah and his Ark.
Peter Reynolds 