Posts Tagged ‘rain’

Summer in Paris

Saturday, August 6th, 2011

Yesterday it sprinkled for most of the morning and then at about 6pm this arrived –

I haven’t seen that much rain in Paris since being here. It did it again later that evening. At least it was decent rain and not that stupid, useless, drizzle stuff.

Tour Number Two

Thursday, July 28th, 2011

My second attempt at tour guiding took place on Saturday and was far more successful than the first. Always nice when things improve. Half way through the tour a very black and evil sky approached us from over the Tuilleries.

Black sky


We managed to make it to the half way point where we sit in Starbucks and McDonalds for 20 minutes while people stand in the queue to use the facilities. Then it poured. Perfect timing.

Rain in Paris


Summer in Paris

Tuesday, July 19th, 2011

All it does is rain…


That evil blue cloud is heading north. So I don't think it is going to stop any time soon...

It’s Those Planes…

Wednesday, June 22nd, 2011

Clearly the planes with their vapour trails are attacking Paris now – they’ve moved on from Athens (see my post about the lady on the plane if you don’t know what I’m talking about.) Every morning, I get up at 7.15am to go for a run. This week I have had to return to bed because it has been raining! What’s with that?! It is supposed to be summer. They do now forecast 32 degrees and thunderstorms for Monday. Can’t wait.


Thursday, March 25th, 2010

I am very excited about Autumn arriving because this means clouds. When I was living in Europe I took so many photos of the sky due to the extensive range of cloud shapes, sizes, thickness, fluffinesses. It was quite spectacular. The past few days have brought some interesting cloud coverage. Yesterday on my drive to Caversham, I had stopped at some traffic lights in Guildford and had to whip out my camera to take this photo:

Cloudy sky


I am contemplating a Book o’ Clouds. Something along the lines of every day I take a photo of the sky and write when and where this part of the sky is. Would anyone buy it? I would.

What Else Would I Write About…

Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010

On Monday morning I headed to the beach and had one of those moments where nature appeared to have created perfection. The water was calm and there was an amazing cloudy sky overhead, left over from storms that had threatened but not approached the night before. But it’s interesting how things can change in a matter of hours and how you can move from loving nature to wishing it would just CURL UP AND DIE.

Ripped shade cloth

This is the result of thousands of giant hail stones hitting the shade cloth on my atrium roof

A rather intense storm hit Perth just as I was considering heading to the gym. Lucky I decided to wait for the storm to pass. And pass it did, while dropping hail (yes, they were bigger than golf balls) and rain with a dash of thunder and lightning. My brother and I ran around the house looking for leaks and attempting to stem the flow of water that filled the atrium.

Flooded atrium

That's water on the floor.

As the atrium flooded, the gutters filled with ice so when the second front hit and more rain came down, it just flooded again! HOORAY! We have five broken windows, one flooded room, numerous leaks and our garden is no longer a garden. It is a series of sticks standing in piles of leaves. It looks like an atomic bomb has gone off and every living green thing fell to the ground.

Broken window

I have my suspicions about who/what broke that window.

We spent the whole day sweeping up the debris and now have a very large pile of leaves/branches/sticks/twigs in the backyard so if anyone is in need of these, please help yourself! But the interesting thing I found was that while nature had delivered a wonderful morning but a not so great afternoon, it had picked up its game once again to offer a spectacular post-storm sky. There’s something wonderful about the culmination of cloud and sunshine. No matter how wet the inside of your house is, gazing upwards can usually bring an element of happiness. Until you look down again.


Nature strikes again