Tag: rain
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16 – 21 August 2026
Sunday ‘Cats eyes removed’ Spend the next 10 minutes trying to work out a short but less weird statement they could’ve put on the road sign. ‘Retroreflective road markings removed’ just doesn’t cut it. I assume the village kids here were both delighted and horrified in equal measure when the sign went up. Imagine Weegee…
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13 – 17 April 2026
Monday Sunrise: 6:09am 5°C and sunny. Shadows form blue pools in the park and the frost glints in the sun.What is the weather doing? Answer: whatever it wants.I try a walk through a different neighbourhood and all the trees here are pink. School kids meet at garden gates and cars swing out of driveways. Tuesday …
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2 – 6 March 2026
Monday Sunrise: 6:43am Bright green velvety moss is slowly rising in the wood. It’s climbing tree trunks and coating boulders, encouraged by the endless rain . Although today I came this way – to the top of the hill – for the sun as it rises over the fields. Overhead a small plane glints as…
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23 – 27 February 2026
Monday Sunrise: 6:57am Sunrise before 7am on a work day. The first of the year. Tuesday Sunrise: 6:55am There are tiny purple violets in Green Alkanet Alley. I walk to the station with the sound of disaster ringing in my ears. The band’s next gig is disaster-themed and today’s ear worm brings an impending sense…
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16–20 February 2026
Monday Sunrise: 7:11am This afternoon all the colour drained out of the world. In black and white a storm hurled itself at the windows while lightning cracked and drains overflowed. I saw myself flinch on a video call. On the street WhatsApp someone asked: “Did anyone just see a horse without a rider galloping up…
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9 – 13 February 2026
Monday Sunrise: 7:24am The Silent Wood is back to its old tricks. Something about it is wrong again. Even as I walk towards it, it seems to get more distant, like looking at the horizon through the wrong end of a telescope. There used to be a step up just to get into it: a…
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2 – 6 February 2026
Rain stops play. Last night I thought “what if I died without writing a book?”. In the dead of night this felt tragic. Imagine it! Jesus wept there are so many books, as if the world needs another without a plot or a planned end. Last week SW said, “I do reckon anyone can write…
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9 – 22 January 2026
Monday Sunrise: 7:54am On the walk to the wood I feel my fingers smart as I press the soft pad of a fresh blister. Yesterday I cut back a large shrub with a handsaw and clippers. The magazine said late winter is the best time to cut it back—but I was in a T-shirt and…
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8 – 12 December 2025
Tuesday Sunrise: 7:52am The weather is furious, hurling rain at windows and roaring into the sky. The whole house shakes with it, dreams are shaped by it, windows rattle and I can’t wait for it to end. On the station platform I join the rest of the commuters huddled into coats and puffer jackets. We…
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