What a peculiar winter we’ve had. Proof, if needed, that the boffins are perhaps right about global warming. I’ve lived in Barton for nearly twenty years and in that time can remember quite a few periods of snow, ice and sub-zero temperatures, but not in the last few winters. A bit of research on the internet (try British weather 1700-1849) reveals that our weather has always been unpredictable and sometimes extreme. Over time the weather appears to go in cycles. Is that what’s happening now? If so, why has it happened so suddenly?

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Coach House Spring

So, April’s here and it’s Spring.
(Though, of course, this poem’s penned in March;
Parish mag dead lines make such lies acceptable.)
Still, it is Spring, and erect lines of modified daffs
Do their gaudy thing while gates pop up
white on our green verges; just waiting for you to lean across
and tell us all the latest gos.
They stand, those barred gates, like the mothballed Blue Bell
a-waiting Summer heat.
And, as it’s Spring, alone I clean my home.
I stalk rooms flint faced with whiskey drinks, spotifying at will.
Filling the air of a large long empty house.
‘til I take an early evening bath & there,
Through the skylight, a glimpse of a cold-cratered
Crescent moon vying for skyspace with
Our milling factory’s luminescence.
I feel abandoned, lessened, smaller;
And Spring a distant song-filled dawn away.
Jim McNeill

Boughton News

So how wet was February?
Following all the reports in the news about February’s rainfall, I thought it would be interesting to see how our local rainfall readings compared with previous years.
In February I measured 86.8mm during the month. Usu-ally, the rainfall for this month is quite low – around 40mm. When we started reading the rainfall in 1993, it was for the National River’s Authority, be-fore it was swallowed up by the Environment Agency. Looking back in Mark’s records, it quickly became clear that this was the wettest February that we have had during that time.

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