Friday, March 30, 2007

Unseasonable fog blog

If this afternoon I'd just returned from some inter-galatic mission having being months adrift in time and space, my first thought on opening the door of my space craft would be 'Hmm, November'.

I am seriously minded of those dreary afternoons wasted on school hockey pitches; two teams tussling at the far end of a sodden field, lumpen grey shapes groping through a grey blanket of fog, woolly and wet. And me, leaning against the goal post (I was a goal keeper) blowing on my freezing fingers and praying, praying, praying fervently that this interminable afternoon would come to an end. See how this teenage experience haunts my adult life.

But it is nearly April for Heaven's sake. It has been like this for four days now - chill cold air trapped under low grey clouds. This is not the way it should be.

I am going to take comfort in a glass of wine in front of a log fire. Perhaps the weather gods will smile on us tomorrow.

2 comments:

mutterings and meanderings said...

Hello! Thanks for popping over.

We had fog for much of last week but have had an absolutely glorious, proper spring weekend.

I was never a fan of hockey - I wasn't very good at running, dribbling the ball and looking where I was going all the same time. My multi-tasking skills have improved a little bit since then!

mountainear said...

Beautiful here too - and all thoughts of muddy pitches and school games have evaporated. Thank goodness.