But us English enjoy the weather, Neil. After all, it has two great aspects:-
1) It gives us something to talk (or, in some cases, moan) about. 2) It helps to ensure that we stay so darned miserable.
It's howling a gale outside right now by the way. Blustery showers, I think it's called.
Personally, I love the weather. The more rough, and violent, the better (exhilarating, I think they call it) - just as long as I'm prepared, with the right kit on, etc.
You know, during my "Desert years" I sometimes found it hard to recall what it was like not being surrounded by (what would you call it ... ) beige. I had forgotten what it was like to have green all around. England does have some redeeming features, after all. In March 2004 (at Knaresborough, of all places) I felt snowflakes on my head for the first time in something like eleven years. And at Gloucester in the summer of 2007 we were under flood!
