Four seasons in one day
For 20 years, I lived “down South” in Sussex and spent a big chunk of that time commuting in and out of London. And honestly? I’d forgotten what proper seasons felt like. Down there, the weather mostly came in three flavours: warm, rainy, or terribly warm. Snow happened, frosts too, but those were rare events.
Meanwhile, my family in the Midlands would mention scraping
ice off windscreens or waking up to a proper blanket of snow, while I was
looking out at yet another grey-but-mild Sussex morning. Now that I’m back in
the Midlands, with a garden and green views, I notice the seasons again. Sussex
and London may have been warmer, but it was bland by comparison, the weather
here, even with climate change, still reflects the passing of the seasons.
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