Another glorious Yorkshire lunchtime…. A local amateur weather station has recorded so far 40 days of consecutive rain. Mostly not the biblical type of rain, often that dreaded Yorkshire Drizzle, blanking out the Sun, nithering, slowly seeping into your bones.

The kind of weather that even Count Dracula clearly thought too grim. In the novel, he arrived in Yorkshire during a storm and quickly scarpered.

But hope shines eternal.

As I walked through the sodden village, a hardy chap wearing about 30 layers of clothing was carefully weeding his soon to be planted flowerbeds. He looked up, smiled (might have been a grimace), and issued the immortal words

“I pigging hate the Yorkshire weather. Why do I keep living here. Lived here for over 70 years. Well, at least it’s perfect weather for my rhubarb. I do love my rhubarb and custard”.

I think it might well be a bumper rhubarb crop this year….

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  1. Gotta love Yorkshire weather. I worked in a National Hunt yard there in the early ’90s 🌧🌂

    Meanwhile, we have epic flooding this summer … pretty much everywhere. And 30+°C with 95% humidity.

    Ick. Over it.

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  3. I like rhubarb. Once, when living in Preston, I remember walking down the street and thinking I couldn’t remember the last dry day. Many years ago, working in South Africa, I was told you could always tell he new arrivals from the UK because we smelt damp.

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