Never satisfied

Where does it all the rain come from? Throughout the weekend we've had a stream of very heavy downpours. Lakes have once more appeared in the garden. Again it is impossible to get to the greenhouse without wellies. Such a contrast with the blazing heat of this time last week.

We're never very satisfied in this country - too hot, too wet, too grey, too muggy, too windy - and yet there is much to be said for the climate here. We never get the extremes of some countries. I on the whole appreciate the variety. It's never boring. Perhaps that's why the British are so obsessed with talking about the weather.

I remember one friend, back from a long holiday in South Australia. "It was so boring. Unrelenting sunshine. Never any different. You knew before you got up, it was going to be another day sitting on the beach, in swimwear, with a picnic or a barbie" she moaned. Well, you can't say that about British weather!

It's certainly been great to get back to more normal eating - roast pork, beef pie, turkey pizza. To get down to peeling spuds again. Though this weekend it would have been nice to eat outside. It's been warm enough. But whenever we've been getting ready for dinner, it's been raining or looked about to rain.