Paul Simons yesterday wrote a column to reassure us that there is no prospect of a return to ice & snow in the near future – though winter is always treacherous, so it might come back later.
Well I don’t like the look of the sky – or more particularly the light – these last two days. Although pellucid, there is something heavy about it. Oddly isolated smallish clouds, thick & smoky coloured with flat bottoms, are being held motionless in suspended animation by some kind of force & last night the sky was more orange than red just above the horizon. It feels like impending doom – a really fierce dump of snow just biding its time.
But hey, all my predictions are rubbish.
