Lotsa Weather

Now, look: it’s the middle of May and it’s the middle of the afternoon. You take the dog for a walk. What do you expect? Well, a la Brighton, what you get is you and the dog repeatedly being almost blown off your feet. Literally.

If this was an isolated incident, fine. Hm, okay, today is particularly bad, and you normally get this of a night. But still. I didn’t get anything like this in the depths of Winter in London (or Brum, very often).

This is my ongoing travelogue. I’m not sure which part of the country I will stay in and slag off next, but stay tuned! If I’d been blogging in ’99, I’d have had a lot of choice comments about Manchester, I can tell you…