Category: Weather
October, a month that is not without its delights
31st October 2008 While I may have not got out for a longer outing, this October has had its appealing moments. True, the deluge that derailed the OMM in Cumbria and caused the ensuing manufactured controversy may be what some remember, yet there was a lot of sun about too. In fact, while rain blighted other parts such as Scotland (various stories from those following the West Highland Way come to mind here), we in Cheshire do not seem to have done as badly at all, even with all the rain that we did get. Of course, we are in the midst of a cold snap (if my memory doesn't fail me, there's always one around this time to bring us down to earth ahead of the winter) but that is having its pleasures too, so long as we remain wrapped up. We may have no snow but, whenever the sun is released by the clouds, lively appearances are assured by the light that is unleashed. Today was very much a case in point even if great banks of cloud would have allowed those failing to get out a modicum of reassurance.
However, the weather does seem to have been better during the week than at the weekends, something that conspired along with my tiredness after a working week to keep me at home in place of a longer session spent sampling the outdoors. These days though, I have been getting in short lunchtime walks through some nearby woods and pastures, so the autumnal colours have not passed me by; that extra exercise is a bonus too. If anything, visiting woodland as regularly as I have been doing has meant that the oranges, auburns, russets, reds and yellows have been impressed on my memory rather more than otherwise might have been the case. Having had a wet summer, it would be delusional for anyone to expect a display of the calibre of that which greets visitors to New England at this point in the year, but there are plenty of delightful sights to savour nonetheless. It's all balm to anyone being put out by the shortening of days and drops in temperature and just goes to show that there's something to enjoy at any time of year, even those that are not as celebrated.
Autumn is here…
1st September 2008 Deciding when our seasons start and end is probably a thankless task given the wide variation in the weather, with the Azores High not doing what we'd like it to do more often than not and Atlantic storms getting under way whenever they will. Add global warming to the mix and it gets even more confusing. It all makes observing any sort of convention look futile.
Yet, conventions do come into place and according to the one employed by the British Met Office, today is the first day of autumn. It's also the first day of the new school year around where I live and, as if to show that it knows when the new school year is starting, the sun has made its appearance this morning after a murky, damp and misty weekend. This often happens.
However, the signs of autumnal colour have been creeping up on us slowly over the last few weeks. Add to that the fact the August was for many people a wet disappointment, and it would make more sense to consider that autumn has started already. In fact, my primary schooling in Ireland taught me that August was the first month of autumn. The Irish language itself follows suit in that its names for September and October translate into English as mid-autumn and late autumn, respectively. Continuing the Irish language theme, the month is known as Lunasa in that tongue, highlighting the connection with a certain Celtic festival.
It's something that makes me wonder about autumn starting in the middle of August and winter beginning in mid-November. That might be how it feels for me, but I have no intention of mounting a fruitless challenge to convention. I'll be sticking to savouring the best of what the season brings, and I hope that you will find something to enjoy too. Sometimes, we get no seasons at all, only weather.
Can it get too hot for walking?
14th August 2008 We humans are a fickle bunch when it comes to weather, and I am no different. My ideal walking conditions involve a dry sunny day with a bit of a breeze and temperatures between 10 and 20 degrees Celsius (I have to say that the Fahrenheit temperature scale is next to meaningless for me). Over the course of this year, I have been battling that easy inclination to stay at home on grey days or any time when rain threatens. While it can be a good way of keeping you at home to get things done, you can overdo it too and never get out there at all.
I think that you could ask any walker, and they'd suggest that soggy days are a turn-off, but I have thought of another one: hot boiling sweltering sunny days like what we had at the end of July. Some adore these, yet I doubt that they've ever really suited me; I suppose that we all differ from one other. To me, it could be seen as being just as unpleasant for hiking as getting constantly soaked. In fact, if you don't watch it, the health consequences of being out in boiling heat could be worse than wet weather. Hydration is very much part of this, and Outdoors Magic recently posted a very useful article on the subject that provides some food for thought. Otherwise, head coverage, keeping well watered, using good sunscreen and finding the occasional shady rest spot to keep yourself together is all very much in order.
What put this idea into my head was my going for a circular hike around Welshpool that took in a part of the Offa's Dyke Path a few weeks back. I experienced the sort of weather whose absence is the source of many a moan. Last year was a case in point, but those who were on the receiving end of the deluges last July really did have cause for complaint. Its timing was unfortunate in the sense that it happened during the summer school holidays, and it might be all that some remember of 2007, a travesty given the wonderful start that the year had. Even though I too have fallen victim to this notion of a summer climax, I am beginning to come around to the delights of a cooler if damper summer, particularly when it comes to wandering through hill country. Another downside to this idea of there being a climax to the year is that your outdoor outings plummet in frequency once August has passed. It's all too easy to do, and I know because it tends to happen to me. It's almost as if I hibernate until December, when I manage to get going in earnest again. That's a pity because autumn can have many special moments to offer.
Speaking of autumn, it has a lot to offer those who wander through hill country. The days might be shorter, but they are cooler as well and without being too chilly. Destinations that are thronged in July and August are quieter, just like they were in April and May. After all of that, there's the glorious autumnal colour that can come upon us, depending on the year (drier summers are better for this, apparently). The ambiance might be like the calm after a storm or, if you prefer, after the climax, but there's much to savour in the mellowness.
I have often talked of my liking of spring on here and I now want to make better use of the delights of autumn, but there's another matter taking up occupancy in my head: is it worthwhile scaling back summer walking a little and devoting a bit more attention to the rest of the year? For one thing. The ever present threat of global warming might well make this approach something of a necessity.
A wander around Welshpool in hot weather
30th July 2008 After a mini-heatwave, we seem to have returned to more run-of-the-mill British weather again. Not being a fan of hot weather, I am not sorry, even if it means that things are a little damper. That heat made the past weekend none too ideal for a spot of hill wandering, but July seemed to slip by without such an outing and, on Sunday, I headed off to Welshpool for a circular hike regardless. It was to be a day for protecting oneself from the effects of strong sun and intense heat. There was a threat of showers, but I was long ensconced at home by the time that one happened in Macclesfield, and none was to cool me down on my way around Montgomeryshire.
The travel arrangements were easy: take a train to Wolverhampton and change there for the last leg of the journey, both on the way out and the way back. Public transport arrangements aren't that easy sometimes, so this was one of the simpler days. The journey wasn't too long either, with a departure not long before 09:00 landing me in Welshpool at around 11:25. Even with departing at about 18:50, I was back home well before 22:00.
Being allotted a good amount of time, I decided not to force myself and to watch how much walking I was doing, understandable given the weather on the day. I started with a quick amble around Welshpool before heading for the hills, and it actually looks a reasonably pleasant town. My escape into the countryside took me north along the Montgomery canal, part of the Severn Way, until I approached the Offa's Dyke Path. Crossing from one trail to the other did mean some crossing of busy roads and a building site for a new livestock market. Once past those obstacles, I joined the aforementioned national trail at Buttington to proceed through fields where cereals are growing before I hit the slopes. The hinterland of the Severn clearly has its fertile spots.
As with other parts of the Offa's Dyke Path, the hills to the east of Welshpool are not that high, but they are steep-sided. I found the same sort of topography around Knighton and the hill country north around Ruthin, Llangollen and Chirk also shares this characteristic. The day was getting hotter all the while, so I took my time ascending the slopes until they levelled out a bit as I neared Beacon Ring fort, the highest point of my hike at around 400 metres above sea level. From there on, the terrain stayed more friendly with its ups and downs and forest cover was on offer for a good of the journey down to Forden, where I left the Offa's Dyke Path to return to Welshpool.
That return involved a lot of road walking, never a pleasant thing and not helped by boiling heat or having to keep an eye out for combine harvesters and their ilk. A plan for using the public footpath network to cut down on the tarmac bashing came to nought when I saw what my map's suggestion crossed: a field with growing crops and no obvious way through. In any case, it was better not to attempt tricky navigation in the heat.
As I continued on, I took advantage of any shade for a rest when it offered, and it is for that reason that I took a break beside a high hedge near Welshpool's airport. After negotiating a roundabout that thankfully wasn't too busy at the time, I made my way up a quiet lane that took me again onto the Montgomery canal and the Severn Way for the last stretch of the way into Welshpool. By now, the heat was such that I was glad to be reaching my journey's end for the day and, when I did make Welshpool, I found a quiet and well appreciated shady spot for a bit of recuperation before catching the train home again.
A source of some distraction
27th May 2008 After the Mayday bank holiday weekend, I promised to add a trip report for a day outing to North Wales, but the combination of it being May and our having some decent weather has meant that my attention has dashed off elsewhere. It's hard not to be tempted by the outdoors at this time of year, with all the colours that abound. In addition to the fresh, verdant green of the new foliage, the list becomes a very long one. After all, this is my favourite time of the year.
Here's a cursory summary: the magnetic hues of the glades of bluebells, the white of hawthorn blossom and the catkins on horse chestnut trees, the yellow of the flowering gorse and the pink of the cherry blossom. There are more (that ever present invader, rhododendron, comes to mind) but what I have listed is enough to send you off somewhere when some sunshine is on offer. The result is that I have spent evenings in the outdoors near my home in Cheshire, and another trek to Wales ensued.
To cap it all, I have just spent a glorious weekend in Argyll, and I am kicking myself for not allowing an extra day for making even more of it than I did. Just catch Aktoman's photos from his recent trek in the Cairngorms to see what I mean; it makes my exertions look minor in comparison, and I wish that I had pushed the boat out more than I did. Not having full foresight of the weather when working for a living has the effect of cutting yourself short sometimes, especially when you need to plan ahead and get the required clearance.
All of that means more trip reports, so I'd better get cracking sometime. Of course, the trick is making the time, but the weather looks to be damper over the coming days; that might allow me the time to settle the matter. When the weather draws you outside all the time, it can be challenging to get anything else done. That applies to more than blogging.
