Posts Tagged ‘hail’

More soak than splash

May 23, 2016 2 comments
A big splash

A big splash

Another series of thunderstorms and even hail this time.

The gutters are overflowing.

The drive has a riverbed down the middle of it.

Even before it all started, the overflow from the blue pig water tank was splashing merrily onto the top tile of its cascade.



January 12, 2016 2 comments
Mosaic and tiles covered in hailstones

Mosaic and tiles covered in hailstones

The photo shows one corner of a mosaic embedded in the tiles just outside the patio door.

There’s something wrong with it, though. Maybe there’s damp bubbling up from underneath, or someone’s dropped tapioca on it, or it’s got some kind of pox.

Or, in fact, it’s been hailing and the hailstones that landed on it are beginning to melt.

We watched the hailstorm approach across the valley as a grey sheet. When it reached us there was a brief flash of sunshine so I went looking for a rainbow. A hailbow? But there wasn’t one.


February 24, 2013 2 comments
Pruning equipment (the alcohol is for cleaning it)

Pruning equipment (the alcohol is for cleaning it)

The weather couldn’t decide what to do today.

It rained, drizzled, hailed, thundered and blew a gale all in the space of a couple of hours, as well as the sun shining brightly for a few minutes.

This afternoon, snow fell in huge flakes and I thought we were about to be blanketed in it for sure and unable to go and pay the electricity bill, when it just stopped.

In the brief interlude of sunshine, I rushed outside and managed to prune one tree, a rather unproductive greengage.

One tree out of the 43 in the orchard is hardly zipping along, but I like to weigh up carefully which branch or twig I lop off.

Clive frequently tells me I’ve developed indecision to a fine art.

Snow and roses

December 4, 2012 Leave a comment
Snow on Mount Subasio

Snow on Mount Subasio

Today it’s been thundering, raining and hailing, and there’s been a black cloud sitting on the mountains like a Persian cat.

Yesterday, in complete contrast, the sun was lighting up the first snowfall on Mount Subasio, the whaleback mountain between us and Assisi.

Roses, I thought, made a very happy foreground.