Musings from the Merse
Friday, March 13, 2009
Leave the sand on the beach,please
We often complain about the weather in the Borders. I used to in Hutton, most unfairly, as it was one of the driest places in the UK-it was the house that was so cold not the climate. Dreich at times, yes; snow sometimes but rarely disruptive for long and the one occasion the power was cut off for a week we were snug in Norn Iron. And now that Mr Fish has retired and joined George W on the well paid lecture circuit we are safe from hurricanes.
So spare a thought for the folks in Riyadh and the Middle East generally-the image (thank you a Kuwaiti bloggee) is of a sand storm taking out the Saudi Capital. Kuwait was just as bad:45C and driving sand-the grains got everywhere even with windows sealed and the air conditioning at full blast. Gritty gin with the tonic. Hell on earth. It was almost worth ditching the gin.
Almost
We often complain about the weather in the Borders. I used to in Hutton, most unfairly, as it was one of the driest places in the UK-it was the house that was so cold not the climate. Dreich at times, yes; snow sometimes but rarely disruptive for long and the one occasion the power was cut off for a week we were snug in Norn Iron. And now that Mr Fish has retired and joined George W on the well paid lecture circuit we are safe from hurricanes.
So spare a thought for the folks in Riyadh and the Middle East generally-the image (thank you a Kuwaiti bloggee) is of a sand storm taking out the Saudi Capital. Kuwait was just as bad:45C and driving sand-the grains got everywhere even with windows sealed and the air conditioning at full blast. Gritty gin with the tonic. Hell on earth. It was almost worth ditching the gin.
Almost
Labels: Hutton, Mr Fish, Sand in the Gin, Sand storms
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