As I was crossing the bridge at the railway station at around mid day on Tuesday I glanced to my left, towards the small valley where we live. It was filled with brownish grey clag
Turned my head to the right – ironically looking towards the Dark Peak - & all was sunshine & blue sky. Only about a mile separated the two
Which explains why, in this area of micro climates, we rely on local radio for our weather forecasts
Paul Simons wrote an interesting piece about the recent temperature inversions. They cause surreal FM broadcasts too, which is why it is particularly annoying that Long Wave is given over to cricket at the moment
Almost annoying enough to wish that England were a team of real scaredy cats, afraid to visit a country where terrorists are active
