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The Great British Obsession

Storm Doris blew through town yesterday, and I'm wondering whether every country in the world is as fascinated by the weather as we Brits are?

So Storm Doris arrived just as predicted, and by 3pm it started dying down here on the sea front, just a bit anyway, at least I managed to get the dogs outside and at 11am I wouldn’t have opened the door as it was so windy. This was taken at 12pm.

The tide was high (of course) and along with it we had the dreaded foam blowing about. Louise Coyne sent this photo in for Visit Cleveleys of the dirty sticky stuff, and she got covered in the stuff in the pursuit of a great shot! 

You can read about the foam and what causes it here 

ouise Coyne's photo of foam at Cleveleys

Having said that, I’ve known it to be windier than yesterday was, quite a few times actually, so if it gets no worse it will be OK by me. It rained a bit, but not as bad as I thought it would, and having heard that trees have come down all over the place and the new Lidl store at Blackpool has had its roof blown off, along with I believe one person having died so far the poor soul, hopefully the wind won't get back up again for some time soon.

When it was the night that the Riverdance boat went down, it was horrendous. Our roof was creaking and groaning with the speed of the wind, but when you live here with nothing between you and the Irish Sea on your doorstep you can expect it can’t you, but we were amazed the next morning to learn that the ship was on its side at Anchorsholme and had gone down in the heavy seas and wind. This is what we saw when we got up on the morning of 1.2.08

Riverdance on the beach

We never heard a thing. Apparently there were helicopters flying over us and loads of things going off but we didn’t hear the choppers or anything as the wind was so strong. We just carried on watching TV as we usually do and waited for it to blow itself out.

Riverdance ferry sat on the beach at Cleveleys

It certainly was the eighth wonder of the world round here with people coming from far and wide to see the ship on its side in the sea, along with all sorts that had gone into the sea from the shipping containers that it was carrying.

You can read about the Riverdance wreck here

We had plastic cups by the thousands on the beach here at Cleveleys, along with biscuits of all things, so I suppose you could have a cuppa and biscuits if you so felt like it, yuk, only kidding of course. Also washed up on our beach were loads of lengths of wood and a lot of that there was too, everyone was out looking to see what had happened and what had been washed up on the beach, the press loved it of course, the papers, local and Nationals covered it while we found fame on TV as it was shown on there too. I'm just sorry that we weren't doing Visit Cleveleys at the time.... ah well!

The road by the Norbreck Hotel was constantly full of parked cars on both sides as people came from all over to see what was hopefully a once in a lifetime thing, and it also brought loads of tourists into Cleveleys which of course helped the economy. It was a bit of a pest if you were trying to get out of the town or back in to go home as the place was crawling in cars, but I can fully understand the interest as it’s not exactly what you see every day is it.

Great British Obsession

Back to our friend, or enemy Doris, whichever way you look at it. I was watching the news this morning and the snow that is falling in Scotland and it did cross my mind to wonder what other countries thought of the palaver we make over an inch of snow, and do other countries obsess about the weather like we do?

It doesn't seem to matter whether it's cold, or windy, or snowing - and at the other end of the scale if it's a bit too hot, or sunny - in fact anything on either side of a perfect day - the media make a fuss about it and everybody joins in. With the huge public interest in the weather I guess even we have become guilty of following the herd and joining in with the mass UK wide conversation about the weather. 

If you get talking to a stranger on a bus or a bench in the town centre, you can bet your bottom dollar that you'll talk about the weather that particular day. Isn't it odd.

After all, right now it is still Winter but we seem to have got so used to not having much snow that when some does fall even if you can see the grass and the floor poking through, that the media whip up a frenzy as though we’ve had avalanches or 10ft snow drifts.

Snow on Cleveleys seafront

It gets me how they close schools at the drop of a hat, have we become such a nation of softies or what I ask myself. Jane always went to school in wellies which she didn’t like, often having to walk through the car tracks, with snow as deep as the top of the boots, but the schools certainly didn’t close when it wasn’t necessary like they do today. When the heads start staying that they are closing schools in case it does snow, I wonder how daft they can get especially when the kids get home and go straight out to play in the snow or shopping with their mums and all the rest!

Kevin was saying at lunch time along with the rest of us oldies Derek and me especially, that we can remember going to school when we were kids and the snow went over the top of our wellies and we had to sit in wet socks until we went home and my socks were always made of itchy wool, knee length and held up with elastic garters which was under the turned over top bit and did its best to cut your circulation off.

Those certainly were the days, but we just got on with it, no being ‘soft’ everyone went out and about and life didn’t grind to a halt, you wouldn’t have dreamed of it and we got heavy snowy Winters in those days, not just a dusting like we do today, that’s if you live somewhere where it does snow as a lot of us get away with none!

I remember starting work in the heavy snow that there was in the Winter of 1962 or 3, I can’t quite remember and had a half hour bus journey to get there and then a walk on either side of the bus journey and it was knee deep in snow and lo and behold, the services never stopped, trains, buses you name it, everyone carried on as though it wasn’t deep in snow because that’s what you did. It does make you wonder doesn’t it, we must have been a lot tougher then in the good old days don’t you think!!

What do you think?

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Published: 24th February 2017
Modified: 24th February 2017