The Bright Winter

Okay, so I just have to get this out of my system and then I'll never talk about it again, okay?




We moved to Ireland about two months ago. Since then, we might have had 5 days without rain, and maybe 5 days which had mostly sun. Today was, unbelievably, one of those days.

However, since we arrived, we have had every kind of imaginable rain possible. We've had drizzle, storms, bucketing rain, misty rain, sheets of rain, intermittent rain, showers with sunny spells, moderate rain, galeforce winds with rain, ongoing rain, hail, pouring rain, endless rain, heavy rain, foggy rain, very heavy rain, thunderstorms, a light sprinkle of rain, torrential rain, a drenching, extreme rain and even sun AND rain at the same time (well heck, why not).

It has, as they say, been the wettest summer in living memory. There are not only weather warnings, but potato blight warnings (potato blight pores develop when it's above 10C and humidity is over 75% for 2 days or more. hah hah.).

The weather has even affected Ireland's chance in the Intercontinental Cup (for cricket) (not that I pay the remotest attention to such things normally).

As Bock the Robber ("offending everybody since 2006" ) says:

It’s like living on the set of Blade Runner, but without the replicants or the flying police or the interesting Oriental back-room retailers.,,I have decided to issue an edict.  From now on, we will no longer refer to this season as Summer.  Likewise, Spring and Autumn are formally abolished.

Henceforth in Ireland, people shall speak only of the Bright Winter and the Dark Winter.