Well we have been treated to nice weather these past few days and it does cheer me up. I don’t know if anyone else’s mood goes up and down according to the weather.
When it’s sunny, I feel such a lot happier and in the mood for doing those things that you put off until another day. When it’s rainy, windy and generally rotten, It makes me want to cuddle up and be lazy.
Treated to Nice Weather
It’s a good job we have these lovely days. What would my three do if I decided to just sit here and not move until the sun shone? Actually I could give it a try couldn’t I? Although I bet they’d think up some wonderful invention to give me the daylight and sunshine that I crave. Now that could be really comical knowing my lot!
Hubby was looking forward to the high Spring tides this weekend 10.2m on Saturday and 10.3m on Sunday. All with this look of doom and gloom that only he can! I don’t know what it is about him but he does like a bit of drama, although not when he’s in the middle of it!
Nice Weather… and not so nice weather!
To you landlubbers that don’t know, these high tides are when we all start hoping and praying there isn’t a gale force wind behind it, or else. The two together means that we get great big crashing waves that are high enough to cause damage. As we only have a road between us and the sea, we probably pray harder than others. Luckily in over 20 years, we have had only a couple of such incidents of a perfect storm.
Over the sea wall it came, onto the road and down our drive. Bringing with it a lot of straw and rubbish that it does in such conditions. We’ve since made a removable barrier for the drive and have our own sandbags too. The two incidents were close together, at a time when enormous storms struck all the country. Thankfully we still didn’t get much water down the drive, it was mostly rubbish that came over. I don’t think that’s bad in over 20 years!
Quick Sticks
Talking about the tides this weekend, Hubby also said the tides would be fast going out and coming in. So we were hoping that people remembered the dangers. In the event, it wasn’t too bad, thank goodness.
I read a few reports last week of when the RNLI were called out. One was to kayakers, although they did eventually get back to the shore on their own. Then there was an inflatable rib boat (sorry, not sure what that is?) which was in trouble at Rossall Point. They were rescued and towed back to Fleetwood.
A third call came about a dog that had been swept out to sea by the tide. The two boats were just about to call the search off when they spotted the poor thing, exhausted near Wyre light. They got the dog back on board thank goodness. I bet much longer and it would have been in deep do-do.
That Dog Could Run!
Reading the story, it took me back to when I had my second Cavalier King Charles called Toby. He was gorgeous – a Blenheim – rust and white coloured and definitely my dog, who followed me everywhere.
The one place he didn’t was at the seaside. When he was about three, he took one look at the sea at Skegness and headed straight for it. If you know the place on the East Coast, you’ll know that the sea goes out such a long way. You can hardly see the water. But my Toby flew into the sea and started swimming. Off he shot in a straight line, straight out to sea. There was no stopping him the little monkey. But when there was no sign of him turning back we started to get very wound up. Kevin came to the rescue and ran after him, going into the sea to catch the adventurous little dog. I was so relieved. We discovered he tried to do that every time he saw the sea, so he never came off his lead near it again!
Dashing through the snow…
Another funny instance of him running off was when we went to Bretton Hall sculpture park, near where we lived. It was snowing so we were all wrapped up in wellies and all the snow stuff. But Toby decided it was fun to go on a cross country run.
Off he shot, again in a straight line, to find goodness knows what, with Kevin chasing after him. Believe me he went an awful long way. The park is where a lot of Henry Moore’s sculptures are, and the grounds are very big. Sometime later, when they were both a speck in the distance, he managed to catch him and bring him back.
I don’t know where all the wanderlust came from but he just loved to gallop about all over the place. We were watching the comical sight of Kevin chasing after the dog as if he were in the Keystone Cops. All we could do was laugh at them, although we were so glad he could run fast (Kevin that is). Us three would never have caught him! I dread to think where he would have ended up. So I can understand the relief the rescued dog’s owner felt when they got him back. It’s a horrible feeling.
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