A bit gusty
The 6.05am train to London Kings Cross gradually shuffles into movement pulling us southward.
The Met Office issued Severe Weather warnings yesterday, concerned that monsoon-like downpours and gales would strike England through the night. I checked the news and the live departures website for my train when I woke this morning, but so far nothing has occurred to affect my commute. Given the 'severe' warnings I wonder whether Cambridgeshire will be one big lake by the time we reach it.
The sky is darkening, low clouds skirt the tree tops, odd rain drops splatter trails across the window as we pull into Retford. Colours blanch from the countryside, trees becoming silhouettes disappearing into the murky grey. Visibility drops to 200 yards, mist swallowing all beyond. Now leaving Newark the clouds thin to reveal wisps of blue sky, while ironically the rain becomes heavier, streaking horizontally across the window as the train accelerates. Arriving into Peterborough, the rain has stopped, and the cloud layer retreated to a more usual height. We're passing through Cambridgeshire now and it looks pretty dry out there. We haven't seen anything resembling the promised gales and torrential rain, or any signs that such weather has struck.
Perhaps the Met Office were being overcautious. They've never lived down Michael Fish's prediction that ‘it might be a bit gusty’ back in 1987 which rather understated the hurricane force winds that subsequently struck the UK claiming 22 lives in the worst storm for 284 years.
The Met Office issued Severe Weather warnings yesterday, concerned that monsoon-like downpours and gales would strike England through the night. I checked the news and the live departures website for my train when I woke this morning, but so far nothing has occurred to affect my commute. Given the 'severe' warnings I wonder whether Cambridgeshire will be one big lake by the time we reach it.
The sky is darkening, low clouds skirt the tree tops, odd rain drops splatter trails across the window as we pull into Retford. Colours blanch from the countryside, trees becoming silhouettes disappearing into the murky grey. Visibility drops to 200 yards, mist swallowing all beyond. Now leaving Newark the clouds thin to reveal wisps of blue sky, while ironically the rain becomes heavier, streaking horizontally across the window as the train accelerates. Arriving into Peterborough, the rain has stopped, and the cloud layer retreated to a more usual height. We're passing through Cambridgeshire now and it looks pretty dry out there. We haven't seen anything resembling the promised gales and torrential rain, or any signs that such weather has struck.
Perhaps the Met Office were being overcautious. They've never lived down Michael Fish's prediction that ‘it might be a bit gusty’ back in 1987 which rather understated the hurricane force winds that subsequently struck the UK claiming 22 lives in the worst storm for 284 years.
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