God, Nature is so literal. Last week it was autumn, season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, and everything was just lovely. Clear skies, warm sun and cheerful birdies like this one looking down at me from the parapet of the Chatham Road bridge.


The clean-up guys were doing a stirling job, scooping rubbish out of the creek by the TAFE.


There’s so much of it. It really never ends.


Then the weekend came, and with it winter. It was like a switch being turned off. Or on. The temperature dropped by ten degrees and the rain came tumbling down. The creek was full so I had to find alternative walks for Jambo. One that we tend to do when it’s really wet is to do a circuit of the TAFE college, around the football oval and back to the creek by Maitland Road. The Styx was full and dark and oily and very, very unwelcoming.


On the way back home it started it belting down. And what else would happen on a freezing cold first-day-of-winter’s night with the rain coming down like stair-rods? Of course, a coal train lumbers along just as I get to the lights. And then STOPS!


That was the longest seven and a half minutes of my life. I’m still drying out.

2 Responses to Brrrrrrr

  1. Paul says:

    Ee, lad, that be just loovely spring day oop on’t moors.

    • Mark MacLean says:

      My feet tell me cold is cold is cold, wherever you are. Having said that, if I had a choice between being cold on Ilkley Moor bar t’hat, or standing in the pissing down rain at Clyde Street lights in front of stationary $@%&ing coal truck, I’d go for Ilkley bloody Moor any day.

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