It’s cold, in England.
The photograph above was taken on an early morning, in the middle of this week, just south of London. Leaves were trapped in frosted white, and the sunlight danced. It was beautiful. Proper winter cold. And dry, which was a relief after the days of rain we’ve had.
Then I came back to the centre of London. Today, Thursday, it is still cold, but I haven’t seen the delicate ice lines that fill the gardens and hedgerows.
Here, in the built world, the pavements hold a cold of their own, and the wind more slice, as it whips between and around the buildings in the City. There are fewer greens and browns, and less sky. There is more scaffolding, concrete, hard greys, and steep sides. It is only in the evening that it softens. Then the hard lines fade around bright office windows, and bars and restaurants beckon like burrows.
I suppose a cold city has its own kind of beauty, but it is the cold I am happiest about – happy that London and the south of England, can still do cold after the dry summer of 2022, with temperatures that hit over 40 degrees Celsius (104 Fahrenheit).
Here is a link to an article I found when typing 40 degrees Celsius into Google.
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Blustery, wet and miserable! We finally saw the sun for a few days this past weekend and now we’re back to the grey and dismal…give me -5 and blue skies any time over this! This has been a really dreary winter. Ugh.
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That does not sound good. Seems like we’ve gone all Canada over here, and you’ve got a bout of us. Hope the skies clear soon!