Aaaand I’m back to Weekword! It feels nice.
This week’s word is defined thus:
1. (sometimes initial capital letter ) resembling or befitting Don Quixote.
2. extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical, or impracticable.
3. impulsive and often rashly unpredictable.
The weather in the UK is never predictable. Never ever. I do sometimes think it must be nice to live somewhere where you can plan a barbecue for a certain date and know it won’t rain. Or even to get up, see what the weather’s doing and know it’ll keep doing that all day. I wonder sometimes if there are other countries that have so many weather related proverbs and sayings and old wives’ tales. Off the top of my head I can think of a dozen – most to do with the presence, or absence, or quantity, of rain! The weather is, famously, a British obsession (and one of the few topics it’s safe to discuss with strangers).
Today we’re going to a wedding and I’m going to layer my summer dress with a cardigan and a wrap and take wellies (and an umbrella) as well as my sandals. It would be nice to just look outside and choose my outfit accordingly – but on the other hand, I think I’d miss the variety and unpredictability of the British weather. It does mean you always need a plan B (‘inside if wet’) but it also means I appreciate sunny days enormously. And of course, without the rain, there wouldn’t be my beloved green everywhere.
Our little valley is especially quixotic – we look at the weather forecast for the nearest town and take it as a guideline only, because quite often we find ourselves in a little microclimate. All around us is being pounded by rain – we’re out in the garden sitting on blankets. Or the heavens will open and the rain will pound on our roof – and later on, neighbours a couple of miles away will say they haven’t had a drop.
Pop over and see Carmen for links to the other Weekworders.