We’re going to have to get used to the fact that the seasons are going to be unseasonal. We’re going to be getting more stormy weather and extremes of temperature look like they’ll be the norm not abnormal.
Where we are we haven’t, thankfully, been getting temperatures over 30 degrees. If it gets above the mid twenties that’s too hot for me. This week has been decidedly mixed – alternating from hot and sunny to cool, wet and extremely windy with the odd flashes of sheet lightning thrown in.
Yesterday was a perfect day – not too hot. A day to go for a walk near the sea. No crowded beaches here with thousands of folk not caring about self distancing, but just the lone fisherman, a Buddha like figure squatting on the shingle and, in the next bay, a flock of gulls gathering as they do where the burn flows into the sea. As we approached, they took off and landed further along the shore. That reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years back.
Take Off
Nature’s Concordes
the herring gulls
thrust forward on a sandy runway,
take off over the sea,
encompass the sky in parentheses
and return,
land safely on wet sand
awaiting the next departure.
