Listen to any two Brits talk for any length of time and you’ll hear them complaining about the weather.
It’s too grey. It rains too much. It’s not warm enough.
All these things are true – it is grey, it does rain a lot and it’s not hot here.
But if it didn’t rain, if there were blue skies every day, if the temperatures got up into the 90s, then nothing would be the same.
I think this is what the complainers don’t fully comprehend.
The greenness here is so intense that it’s like a spiritual presence. There are no scorched brown lawns, or scrubby fields – there are just different shades of green as far as the eye can see.
Guess what – that’s because it rains a lot and isn’t hot.
Have no rain and intense heat and you can say goodbye to the green.
As for the clouds – yes, there are a lot of grey skies and a lot of clouds. But if it wasn’t for the clouds, we wouldn’t get these shafts of light that break through, ricocheting off the green fields, creating dazzling patterns and ever-shifting colour combinations.
I went for a walk this evening. The day had been grey and dark but towards evening, the clouds began to part and the sun began to sneak through, creating amazing effects – like a painting only better. The photos I took can’t begin to capture how it actually looked but they’re a start.
To the moaners I say, if you want to exchange all that for parched earth and dull green/browns and light that is the same no matter which direction you look, you should emigrate to one of the more extreme climates. Me, I’m staying here, watching the play of light across the fields and admiring the way the clouds shift and change, constantly creating new versions of what was there before, what has has existed for millennia. Me, I’m just appreciating what we have.