Out & About …

… on the North York Moors, or wherever I happen to be.

Tag: meteorological

  • The Capricious Curse of St. Swithin

    The Capricious Curse of St. Swithin

    Meanwhile, St. Swithin has gallantly come to our aid. Well, here in Cleveland at least. His day has passed with the sort of indecision one expects from saints and weather alike: cloudy skies, some sun, but not even the faintest hint of rain. Are we now condemned to forty days of this? If it does…

  • Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

    Perish the thought. In a recent study published by University College London, the projected climate change for Richmond & Northallerton over the next decade shows some notable shifts. Summer rainfall is anticipated to increase by 2.7%, while the annual temperature to rise by 0.76°C. To place this in context, historical data from 1981 to 2010…

  • Inversion Intricacy — The Cleveland Hills from Easby Moor

    Inversion Intricacy — The Cleveland Hills from Easby Moor

    We left the village this morning, enveloped in a thick fog, anticipating its prompt dispersal under the forecasted sunshine. Soon, intermittent patches of blue sky overhead began to play a fickle game. Only as we finally ascended through the murky haze to Easby Moor at 324 metres asl., we found ourselves above the clouds, affording…

  • Another cracking morning

    Another cracking morning

    But a wee bit zneesy below the cloud. Above, the tranquility was disturbed by the sound of gunshots as the seasonal cull of pheasants was in full swing. Or maybe the shooters were after partridges, striving for that rarest of presents to give to their true loves — the partridge in a pear tree. Rare…

  • Dragon’s breath

    Dragon’s breath

    Another outing dominated by low lying mists and the sun’s faculence. Bilsdale today. I wonder what our ancient ancestors would have made of these meteorological phenomena. That temporary blind spot after glimpsing directly into the sun — ok, our ancestors would not have been driving. And that low lying winter mist clinging to the fields…