As I write it's chucking it down outside and the wind is roaring down the chimney and disturbing the fire. My barometer has sunk to 984 and the hygrometer is oddly low at 53%.
All this because there's too much air to our South and too little to our North, and nature is filling in the gap like a giant vacuum cleaner, which just happens to pass its nozzle over a few thousand miles of warm ocean on the way here.
Imagine a world where it was the same every day. It's not, and that's thanks to weather. So here's to weather.
Brockley, South East London 30m asl