I seem to have brought back some Portuguese warmth to the UK. I’m off to watch a mate play football in a while. And it’s not football weather, it’s weather more akin to cricket in the summer.
23 degrees, sunny and quite humid. We’re not far off winter time now. Ridiculous isn’t it? Though if you believe the weather headlines in the newspapers (loose term), we’re in for four months of snow in the UK. Great headlines, just to frighten people. I think the newspaper editors print those stories in the probability they’ll be right at some point.
But with the hot and dry summer we had here in the UK, it is a faint possibility that high pressure systems centred over Northern Europe could bring us some wintry blasts. Cold days maybe, but four months of snow? I’ll believe it when I see it.
That’s not bothering me today. T shirt and shorts in mid October. I’m not complaining. The weather sure is a fickle mistress.