I’ll Live On The Moors…
Tuesday, November 15, 2011 at 10:39 PM 
‘Well, if you will live up on the moors…’
I get that reaction a lot. When I’m moaning about the weather, that is. Because the plain fact is that we do get grottier weather here than in other parts of the country.
Take the last ten days or so. With the exception of Saturday - which was a gorgeous day - we’ve had thick fog most of the time (despite weather forecasts predicting sunshine). And, when the fog has cleared briefly, it’s revealed a world drained of colour. It’s been bitterly cold at times. And damp. And generally exceedingly gloomy.
Meanwhile, when I’ve spoken to friends and family who live elsewhere, I’ve been greeted with, ‘Isn’t it a lovely day?!’ No, actually. It’s not. But when I say so, there comes back the usual and predictable refrain, ‘Well, if you will live up on the moors…’
I’m not really moaning about the weather. Well, okay, I am. But it’s not habitual. Yes, it makes me grumpy at times and I dream of moving to sunnier climes. To somewhere where it doesn’t rain quite so much. Where it’s a few degrees warmer.
But the truth is that the moors still charm – even when shrouded in mist. I love the muffled quietness that descends then – something akin to the silence of snow. And when the fog rolls back, I marvel at how a world can become so devoid of colour as to be almost entirely grey. Knowing, of course, that the grey won’t last forever.
Besides, when the sun does come out (and once in a while it does), there are few places on earth so beautiful.
So, yes. Yes, I will live up on the moors.
Reader Comments (2)
Oh, yes! We know gray...and cold. Fog is a very close gray tho, don't you think? We are heading toward five and a half hours of daylight (not sunshine) Dec 21. Daybreak will begin to melt into dusk before long. My moaning days are coming, but I can usually make it until the end of November and then I'm pretty grumpy. Look for some depressing posts.
Helen, wonderful to read your little not habitual moaning. Feelable why you are able to live up on the moors, because you seem very able to make your own light and find the charm in what is (and even beauty in a foggy picture). I bet you are good at cosy hot teas and candles inside? There is nothing like fog that test our inner vision-ability, I know that! Hugs with a visionary summer-breeze from me.