Hands up, I write a lot about the weather. I’s probably the most regularly covered topic on this blog. One reason is that before I moved here, Norfolk had the proud boast of being ‘The Driest County in England’. In fact, that was the title of one of the earliest posts on my blog, reflecting the irony that it seemed to rain every day here.
I also wrote a post about the fact that it always rained at 2 pm, my usual dog-walking time.
Over the years, my obsession with weather has led some people to conclude that I am exaggerating. Others might think it shows signs of serious depression, or some other mental abberation. Moving to a place supposed to officially be the driest spot in the British Isles only to discover it is probably one of the wettest, is a cruel twist of fate indeed.
Then yesterday morning, I had an interesting conversation with a fellow dog-walker, as we both stood looking at the severe flooding that has affected Beetley Meadows. The man was younger than me, but had lived his whole life in this area. And he was a gardener by profession, so spends his life outside, every working day. Gazing at the rushing flood-waters, he told me this.
“This used to be the driest place, you know. Some summers, we had no rain for four or five months, and it never rained during the school holidays when I was young. We had hosepipe bans that started in April, and water was treated like something rare, because of the lack of rain. They even used to close the drive-through car washes because they used too much water. But I started to notice that changing a while back. As I am outside all day working, I get a feel for those things, you know? We began to get heavy rain in early October, and then almost no snow at all during winter, but many consecutive days of heavy rain instead. Washed out summers, ruined barbecues, and only a few reasonably hot days each year.
I remember going home and telling my wife that something bad was happening with the weather here. Even the direction of the arriving bad weather was changing. It was always from the west before, but then it started to come down from the north, and across from the east. Weather patterns and gulf stream directions were all different. I looked it up. Then there was a really big change. I remember it as if it was yesterday. It started with weeks of rain, then a crappy summer, followed by a late winter that left us with snow almost into April”.
I nodded in agreement, then asked. “What year was that then?” He turned to face me, his answer immediate and full of conviction.
“2012. It started at the end of March that year, and it has been getting worse every year since”.
I moved to Beetley on the 23rd of March, 2012. It’s all my fault.
Dear Pete,
what a story! I had to laugh a lot.
But maybe it’s not your fault but Julie or Ollie? π
Best wishes, Irene
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I could never blame poor Ollie, Irene. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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You are not a jinx!!! You are a good man with bad luck!!! You will be fine next year…don’t worryπ€π€π.
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Thanks for that reassurance, dear Suzan. π
Best wishes, Pete. xx
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My pleasureππ
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Thank you for the smile…Spooky, I will admit, Pete but I think global warming has played its part x
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As I said in other replies, I am only taking the blame for Beetley, not all of it! π
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Lol – Pete, you should no longer do rain dancing! π
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Maybe I should get paid to dance in the desert? π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Why not. These days all things are possible, and the Arabians need positive impact,after nobody longer wants to buy oil. Best wishes, Michael
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I had a chuckle this morning reading this. I just wonder when the scientists will narrow it down to you, I’ll keep an eye on the news π
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I might have to go into hiding. If I stop posting on the blog, you will know why.
Cheers, Pete.
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Bahaha youβre the rain man! C
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I should change my name to ‘Raymond’. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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I think Mother Nature wants to take the credit.
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The weird thing is the coincidence. And I hadn’t met that man before.
Best wishes, Peet.
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Now that really is too much of a coincidence. For goodness sake don’t move to Cornwall, unless you can reverse the trend!
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It is a very strange coincidence, especially as I had never spoken to him before. I promise not to move to Cornwall, Jude.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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This made me chuckle π what a coincidence though! π
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He didn’t know me at all, Ami. That made what he said rather spooky!
Best wishes, Pete.
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If I ever hear the peter-patter of raindrops on the window, I’ll know you’re in town!
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I could irrigate the Mojave, David. Your hikes would never be so dry again. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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This was funny Pete. I can see why you feel you jinxed the Beetley weather.
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The man didn’t know me at all, so it was quite spooky how the date he mention coincided with my arrival.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes, that is creepy!
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We don’t need your ‘services here Pete! π Being from Seattle, I’ve been accustomed to rain or drizzle from my youth, though we do in fact have mostly dry summers. π
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I am thinking there could be a late-in-life career for you traveling about the world bringing the gift of rain – if only it werenβt for this virus! I could say similar things about our move here and the rain that was previously unheard of. Unfortunately, I think we can safely put a lot of the blame on the selfishness of mankind for a good part of it. Industry and politicians go hand-in-hand.
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Yes, I am only prepared to take the blame for Beetley, Maggie. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hmm. I suspected as much.π€π
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Yes, and now it appears that it is indeed official.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh, my! But itS not you’! Pete,..,.
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Strange how my arrival coincided with his own strong memory of that date though. He doesn’t know me, or anything about me. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Agreed…..thatβs an amazing coincidence!
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It’s changing everywhere Pete, we used to call it ‘the frozen north’ up here, but we rarely see snow anymore, I haven’t had to scrape ice off the car at all yet this year,and our temperatures in winter are not that different to the summer ones!
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Thanks, FR. That makes me feel a little less ‘guilty’.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Lol! We’ve been in Suffolk for 30 years in January. I remember very dry summers when the boys were young, with hosepipe bans and cracked river beds. Summers are definitely becoming wetter, and it’s all your fault!
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I feel I should move into a cave in a different county, and hang my head in shame as a penance.
Lancashire perhaps, they already get plenty of rain there, so won’t notice any extra.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’ll put a few photos on.
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This made me laugh, Pete, because our family was sure we were jinxed because wherever we went on holiday when I was a child it rained. Everyone said it had been glorious just the week before or event he day before – we arrived and it rained..
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I didn’t have the jinx when I was young, as my summer holidays in Cornwall were always sunny and hot. I must have ‘caught it’ later in life. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh to have such power, Pete. Probably all coincidence though, you realise that don’t you? The timing of it, and climate change, and you paying a lot of attention to the weather. A person tends to see what they’re looking for.
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It was just quite spooky that the man (who doesn’t know me at all) had that particular date fixed in his brain! π
Best wishes, Pete.
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The human brain loves to try to make sense of things that are not actually connected. The world doesn’t have reasons, it just is. Humans are the ones who try to find the reasons.
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You are funny Pete, the change in the weather is so interesting though. Maybe because of the global warming?
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It has to be an acceleration of climate change, Arlene. But I am also sure that it followed me here! π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Haha!
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You could offer rain services across the world…may be charge a handsome fee in exchange. Make hay while sunshines, make Pounds when it doesn’t! π€£π€£π€£
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I have considered becoming a professional ‘Bringer of Rain’, Shaily. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Best of Luck for the new career!
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Indian Thar desert would be grateful for annual visits in summers, or may be during winters even (rain is welcome anytime over there). Also Maharashtra would be forever be in your debt…
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If they put me up in a nice 5-star villa, I will be happy to live there for a while, to bring the rain with me. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Make a call to Uddhav Thakrey, the Chief Minister of Maharashtra. He will place you in his own villa π€£π€£π€£
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Did you happen to write something against Zeus, the God of Rain and Thunder? Or may be Posiden (The God of Water) who is collaborating with Zeus to get back to you…Then there are also minor Gods of various winds who carry rains to certain directions. Or may be, I hope not, the Fates! Think deep. Make an offering, may be your favourite Scotch, or a Roasted Turkey…
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I have made many mental offerings to the gods of rain, Shaily. Maybe it’s time to sacrifice a goat or something?
Best wishes, Pete.
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Itβs not you, Pete, when I came over to live in Stamford, Lincs, in January 1977, we were snow & iced in for a couple of weeks, since then, every winter, the cold (chill is a better term) came in from the East.
Have to admit though, East Anglia always was the driest area in the summer.
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It was officially the driest county for decades, according to the Met Office. Then a place in Essex took the crown. We almost moved to Lincolnshire, and seriously considered Sleaford and Sutton-on-Sea before settling on Norfolk to be nearer family.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Not so Pete…it is all our fault because we have cared so little about our planet…..you are no jinx chuq
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I have to take my share of the blame for Beetley though. It was fine before I came here. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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LOL chuq
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Oh, to have so much power! Don’t for a microsecond think that I’m trying to get rid of you, but there are some beleaguered places in Australia that would be desperate for your services….. π Cheers, Jon.
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Perhaps I could hire myself out to desert countries, Jon?
Best wishes, Pete.
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Every cloud, and all that? Sorry π
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I should think they would pay to have your visit. Warmest regards, Theo
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I could go and live in a desert for a while, and hopefully my presence will irrigate it. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Take your boots.
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Lol conclusive proof
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It is certainly spooky, Sarada. And he didn’t know when I had moved here, though I did ‘confess’ after he told me all that.
Best wishes, Pete.
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