The non-romance of English weather
February 19, 2008 § 2 Comments
I spent last weekend in Dublin. Damn, I love being able to say that. To be able to do that. My round trip flight was around £30, and I stayed with a friend studying at Trinity, so I had free room and board for the weekend. And a good thing too, because Dublin is incredibly expensive.
But Dublin was beautiful, and the weather was divine. It was in the 40s to 50s F (I still haven’t figured out Celsius yet, forgive me) and sunny. And there were flowers blooming all over, like these at St. Stephen’s Green.
So, it was quite a shock to wake up this morning in Nottingham to actual FROST. It was the closest thing we’ve had to snow this year! And it was cold enough that my tears froze to my cheeks as I biked down the hill into the wind.
But even worse than the cold is the drab. To give you an idea of how depressing the combination of a) the lack of sunlight and b) the post-industrial landscape can be, here is the view from my kitchen window today.
It’s as if someone tampered with the world in Photoshop and drained all the color out.