This time next week I'll be readying myself for my third day of the Cambridge Folk Festival.
I feel my heart race a little when I start to think about it. I am somewhat excited!
This also means that my obsession has kicked in again.
I am checking metcheck several times a day to see what the weather has in store, despite the fact that I have almost zero faith in weather forecasting.
After all, we have the classic Michael Fish incident.
Here he is - telling us that there is absolutely no hurricane on the way.
And here's the effects of that non-hurricane. He really was right on the money. Ahem.
Incidentally, I clearly remember this night, standing in the dining room with Mum, watching the wind buffet everything in sight when suddenly our greenhouse completely left the ground. The whole structure raised into the air and then appeared to be thrown back to ground with a very resounding crash. I'm not sure a single pane lived to tell the tale.
Anyway, the current forecast for next weekend - not so pretty. This morning it promises rain. All I want is for it to be dry. Not so much to ask eh?
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Still mumping about not being able to come to CBFF - particularly since it was me wot introduced you to it! back to the coal face tomorrow - yikes..........
You're right, there wasn't a whole pane left and considering it was a 20 foot greenhouse, that's some glass!!!
TW: And twelve years ago that you introduced me too!! Where does the time go?!
Didn't we have a plastic greenhouse in its place afterwards?
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