I went for a long walk today. I got fed up with waiting for the temperature to get above freezing before I ventured outside again, so I just put on a hat and some gloves and went for it. Now I have cramp and I can’t stop shivering. I think I may be borderline hyperthermic. I think I may post this blog and then sink into a large hot bath and then sink into a warm bed with a large mug of hot chocolate. And I bet I still wouldn’t warm up until August.
I’ve decided to stop trying to convince myself that Spring is on the way. I’m sick of the daily disappointments and the daily covering of snow, so I’m just going to expect it to be subzero for another six months and then if we do eventually have a mild day I’ll be surprised and excited.
I think we have to accept that this is probably the way things are going to be from now on. Long, dark, cold Winters that last from September to April; then the odd week of bright weather interspersed with constant downpours and dull, grey skies. Summer will be a forlorn hope, or a distant memory. Spring flowers will vanish from the British landscape and days on the beach will become the stuff of legend from days gone, just like the millions of species we’ve evaporated with our incessant greed and industrial advancement. Global warming is officially still a myth, but I think even the most stupid, arrogant or fossil-fuel-company-bought scientists would have to agree that we’re already living with it’s effects, and it’s only going to get worse.
In case you hadn’t guessed by now - I’m having one of my doom days…
RC 30-3-13
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