DON'T send us your weather chaos pictures
like they're always imploring on the telly.
PLEASE paint a word picture and send those instead.
Eddie Mair | 13:58 UK time, Friday, 20 July 2007
like they're always imploring on the telly.
PLEASE paint a word picture and send those instead.
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Squelch, drip, moan, squelch, swear, splash ,sog arghhh, squelch,
eurchhh,cold, misery........
got the picture from Glos?
Eddie,
Re: Weather report.
It's still fine here at Carnoustie, there's a golf match on. I think Hazel Irvine's a lovely birdie.
It's a lovely sunny day.
Lots of love from Falmouth.
Rain Type 17...
Black and wet.
A driech day in Derbyshire deteriorated into drizzle and downpour; time to divert from daily drudgery, drag out the duvet and listen to PM - definitely.
Eddie,
It's still very sultry 'ere.
Mwah!
No cloud, a sleepy calm,
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze,
And trees with rustling leaves,
Only endless days. Without a care,
Nothing must be done.
Silent as a day can be,
Far-off sounds of others on their chosen run
As they do all those things they feel give life some meaning,
Even if they're dull.
Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line
Into a dried up river bed,
But don't try to tell him 'cos he won't believe you.
Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way.
Dirty days hath September
April June and November
From January up to May
The rain it raineth every day
All the rest have thirty-one
Without a blessed gleam of sun
And if any of them had two-and-thirty
They'd be just as wet and twice as dirty.
Eddie,
If Ducks or Drakes their Wings do flutter high
Or tender Colts upon their Backs do lie,
If Sheep do bleat, or play, or skip about,
Or Swine hide Straw by bearing on their Snout,
If Oxen lick themselves against the Hair,
Or grazing Kine to feed apace appear,
If Cattle bellow, grazine from below,
Or if Dogs Entrails rumble to and fro,
If Doves or Pigeons in the Evening come
Later than usual to their Dove-House Home,
If Crows and Daws do oft themselves be-wet,
Or Ants and Pismires Home a-pace do get,
If in the dust Hens do their Pinions shake,
Or by their flocking a great Number make,
If Swallows fly upon the Water low,
Or Wood-Lice seem in Armies for to go,
If Flies or Gnats, or Fleas infest and bite,
Or sting more than they're wont by Day or Night,
If Toads hie Home, or Frogs do croak amain,
Or Peacocks cry - Soon after look for Rain!
A fine young man from Dundee,
Said, "Look out your window, what d'you see?",
JG said it's sunny,
Aunt D; wet and runny,
While Anne P was washed out to sea...
(P.S. it's dry in Glasgow...)
why paint word pictures
/cbeebies/balamory/stories/weather.shtml
or
/cbeebies/boogiebeebies/play/weather/
Great fun on a friday afternoon!
and for those who like to know what Chris from Cbeebies is up to
/cbeebies/stories/poetrypatch/
Hello Stewart M,
I prefer this, 2mins 33secs
SSC - "It's dry in Glasgow"
If my cousins in Glasgow hear that, they'll emigrate. They're quite fond of a wee dram!
RJD,
It's still possible to get drams in Glasgow which ain't so wee. They're called "quarts", i.e. Quarter gill.
Slainte
ed
Stewart, I love the poetry patch, having grown-up children and no grandchildren I didn't know about any of this. And what a great way to teach signing. Thanks.
Ed I - That is the standard measure in all pubs in Northern Ireland (and the South, I think).
Weather. I have some. It's OK, but not great. That's about as much as I can be bothered to say on the matter.
RJD,
Haud on! I'll be there in a few ticks!
Slainte
ed
Abusive and premature, and full of malice - Gah!
Our street lights, car lights and house lights have been on since 2 o'clock. It is bucketing down with rain, and cold enough for the heating to be switched on. I am helping my son pack for a camping holiday in Devon next week. Rather him than me ;o(
Well, at work we had a car park instead of a lake. It was so bad that the boss sent us all home an hour early! (He's a good boss :-) ). Seems the major roads round here had problems, as the traffic was abysmal. Luckily I know the back roads, so was able to bypass some of it. Now all I need is for my jeans and shoes to finish drying!
OGL normally closes at 5pm on a Friday. At 3:30pm, we all got an email stating the company would close down at 4pm due to the adverse weather conditions.
For fun, I decided to try driving the back way from Stourport to Bewdley, along the road locally known as the "Switchback". Things got ominous along the A451 with a police roadblock slightly further down the road than where I turned off. Heading along the switchback, I noticed muddy water literally pouring through the hedges from the fields behind - they were so saturated water was just running off the surface, not even bothering about finding the lowest point of the field. Then I encountered a dip, where a small stream normally passes beneath the road. This was now a ford. After slowly venturing in up to bumper height and noticing that it got deeper, I decided it was probably a good idea to hit reverse, back out of the ford, and turn around.
Later on, after entering Bewdley by a higher route, I noticed the Environment Agency starting to install the demountable flood barriers. Seems as though the local EA know more than the national, as there wasn't even a flood watch anywhere on the Severn at the time.
But the ´óÏó´«Ã½ themselves have a very good word picture...
/travelnews/
Point it at "Midlands", and count the number of major roads closed or "just passable" due to floods.
Now as I was driving, several manholes were overflowing through the hook eyes, but I'm glad we haven't encountered this yet...
Pity the chap who gets out of his car to take a look...
Mittfh,
That's fantastic (from a safe distance)!
Thanks!
xx
ed
Is wet and cold in it, innit?
Fearless (21), This has been confusing me:
Well, at work we had a car park instead of a lake.
Did someone fill your lake with quick set concrete and mark out spaces overnight in a bid to stop said lake overflowing and making the flooding even worse? :-)
Well tonight I'm supposed to be playing for an outdoor concert. There should be some mileage in that. Sky looking suitably overcast here. 8pm will no doubt be the cue for thunder & torrential rain. I don 't mind the rain, it's the dragging a harp through it that is stressful. I'll let you know...
Annasee - Any particularly apt pieces that you could play when it starts pouring on you?
Too obvious to mention the Water Music by Handel! Are there any especially good watery/rainy pieces for the harp?
RJD - how about that Bacharach piece "Raindrops are falling on my Harp"?
Please don't mention rain in conjunction with my harp. There are all sorts of insurance problems with musical instruments in the great outdoors, which is why we get so twitchy when the weather is bad.
Last night's concert. No more than the average amount of rain. But the atmosphere in a word - mud. NOw I have some inkling of the Glastonbury experience I've been missing all these years. And no desire to repeat the experience. Ever.
I thought I had seen everything, but not (until last night) a tenor soloist who appeared during Land of Hope & Glory wearing trainers, union jack shorts & a union jack waistcoat. He may have had a jacket on top, I'm afraid I was so dazzled by the bare legs that I really can't remember.
Meanwhile the soprano wore a dress, the top of which singularly failed to cover her most significant cultural assets. And a red white & blue feather boa. Topped off with a pair of flashing red devil's horns. One of the singers was also wearing a pink glittering stetson hat. I can't imagine it was the soprano, since it would have got in the way of the devil's horns. So it must have been the bloke. (I wasn't looking when he arrived on stage - how could I have missed it!)
I really wish I was making this up, but it was all true. I think words had better fail me from now on...
Hello Annasee, I went to a Proms in the Park event last night where everyone was very soberly dressed, and there was no mud. And no harp either. Your event sounds much more exciting.
Appy - you were obviously at the wrong park!
Gordon says hello btw.
Oh do give him a hug from me :-)
Jonnie (7);
Genesis.
Duke.
Heathaze.
Right?
Si.