"I have hailstones in my slippers."
Ah, the syzygy of heartfelt concern for a cat, a sudden hailstorm and the opening of a front door... it could only be our good friend Sian, from Life on a Small Island blog.
Now, if Orkney can be relied upon for weather (and believe me, it can), one of its more consistent features is its inconsistency, the changeability of said meteorology. We might have extremes, indeed wildly swinging extremes, but never for very long. So, it has been a little unnerving for the inhabitants of the archipelago to be subjected to weeks of the same sort of weather.
OK, you will have had your Ciaras and your Dennises (Dennii?), so far so traumatic, yet weirdly, these storms did not impact unusually upon Orkney. In UK terms, we got off lightly, with winds which barely registered above normal for these parts. However, this weekend, we have experienced gales measured, in places, well above 100mph, accompanied by thunder, lightning and hailstones. Hence Sian's icy footwear.
We had been wondering when Winter would show up, now we know.
|Hail on window at Tense Towers|
Obviously, weather such as this, affecting only a small proportion of the UK, doesn't have an official name. Why would a storm moniker be wasted upon such a trifling area? This reminded me of a snippet sent to me by Second Born, which is from a James Robertson book, 365 Stories: