In which we’re weatherbeaten
Written by Forest Pines; published at 9:54 pm on March 27th, 2008.
Filed under: Dear Diary.
Yes, typical. I write something about how unreliable the long-range weather forecast is, and what happens? It’s right for once. And the short term forecast – no snow in Wales – was wrong, too. We had a weekend of rain, sleet, snow, hail, wind. When I started to put the tent up, and was engulfed in a cloud of hail, I should have known it was a bad sign.
Still, the tent didn’t leak very much; and, by wearing all the clothes we’d brought at once, we kept warm. Roll on the next camping trip!
Keyword noise: camping, hail, holiday, rain, snow, tent, Wales, weather, wind
In which FP catches something
Written by Forest Pines; published at 7:32 pm on March 20th, 2007.
Filed under: Dear Diary.
It was Scarborough that did it.
We had a lovely day, walking up and down the prom, eating candy floss in the car,* going up and down the cliff lift, avoiding the waves that were splashing up over the edge of the prom and over the road: the sea looked like an over-full bathtub. But it was the cold, biting wind, that left me feeling half-asleep and jammed up for the past couple of days, left me wishing I could stay tucked up in bed asleep for a week.
* so it didn’t blow away
Keyword noise: cold, ill, illness, resort, Scarborough, sea, seaside, sick, weather, wind, Yorkshire
In which we’re blown about
Written by Forest Pines; published at 11:27 pm on January 19th, 2007.
Filed under: Feeling Meh, The Office.
The world turns, things change, and another week is over.
Wee Dave seems to be settling in well at the office. We seem to agree on a frightening number of things, many more than I did with Big Dave. The office still hasn’t been blown to bits by the wind, although it came fairly close. The office toilets are jammed up in the attic, spread out across creaking roof-beams, and sitting up there in a heavy gale sounds, I imagine, like riding in a hard-pushed galleon sailing across the Atlantic.
The storm seems to have been blowing everyone’s heads about, upsetting people, breaking things up, putting people on edge. I blame it for all that fraught Big Brother stuff that I’m steadfastly refusing to watch.
Keyword noise: Big Brother, colleagues, office, reality tv, storm, television, telly, tv, weather, Wee Dave, wind, work
In which we quote an old song
Written by Forest Pines; published at 10:44 pm on January 18th, 2007.
Filed under: Feeling Meh.
…but insomnia.*
I laid in bed last night listening to the rain on the window, the wind howling under the eaves, and the grumbling of our ancient heating system, wondering what mistake I’d made, if there was one, and if I’m falling into too much of a pattern.
There is a cycle, going round and round, which I seem doomed to repeat, and which I can’t learn how to break out of. And I sometimes wonder if I’m ever going to break out of it at all.
* and if you know where I stole that line from, you get Extra Geekpoints
Keyword noise: cycles, insomnia, rain, reflection, self-reflection, sleep, weather, wind, winter
In which there is a howling blast
Written by Forest Pines; published at 11:23 pm on January 12th, 2007.
Filed under: The Office.
Room 3B (the IT Office) lies deep inside the building. We never get fresh air, and there’s never any sign what time of day it is outside, or what the weather’s doing. Rain, sun, snow, whatever, nothing ever reaches Room 3B.
Until today, that is. Today, it was so windy, the wind broke through. A horrible howl burst from the air conditioning, before suddenly a huge cloud filled the room. A cloud of dust and chunks of plaster, blown out of the ceiling void through all the little joints in the ceiling. I spluttered and coughed, as pale pink dust settled on me, on Wee Dave, all over our desks. The weather had finally broken in.
Keyword noise: air conditioning, office, weather, wind
In which we go for a walk
Written by Forest Pines; published at 9:39 pm on March 11th, 2006.
Filed under: Dear Diary, Feeling Meh, Photobloggery.
Went for a walk on the beach today, to try out a new camera lens.* I’m told that brisk exertion can be good when you’re feeling down; and struggling through the biting wind across the dunes always seems to leave me more cheerful than I was before. When I was too tired for the sand, I moved down and walked along the firm mud at the edge of the saltmarsh instead.
Even at half a mile, the roar of the breaking waves was a loud, constant growl. I stood and watched ships lining up and waiting to be piloted upriver, and tried to take photos of the changing weather.
(as they are on film, you’ll have to wait)
* Nikkor AF 35-70mm 1:3.3-4.5, if you care – an early 90s model, I think. I can never understand Nikon lens ranges. I don’t normally go for zoom lenses either, but it was only £35.
Keyword noise: beach, cold, Nikon, sea breeze, walk, weather, wind
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