It’s getting a bit of a bad joke now.
The Great British weather has really dealt us a rough hand in the last month or so.
And it’s official; we have just had the wettest June on record.
Admittedly, some have had it far worse than others, what with some serious flooding. I’m thinking back to the seeing Somerset under water, emergencies situation on the Mid Wales Coast (ironically where the Quinneys were in August 2010), and across Yorkshire.
From a personal perspective, yours truly is particularly perturbed and somewhat frustrated. I am an avid cricketer, both as player and coach for a small village club – Willoughby Cricket Club, based just outside of Rugby on the Warwickshire/Northants border, and this sort of weather is not particularly welcome from our breed of summer sportspeople.
At first, a few matches being cancelled in April and then early May. Ok, seen as part of the norm perhaps. Bit of early season moisture.
Then the pattern has gradually got worse, week on week, and to date shows no sign of getting any better. A wet pitch, bit of dry weather for a day or so, then another downpour and back to square one again. One step forward, two steps back (and that’s not my batting stance)
To date, I’ve played the vast sum of two games – both in consecutive weeks I should add; one on an already-wet pitch, the other in dismal grey-laden clouds which ended in heavy drizzle (and another defeat )
The situation has not been any better from coaching and managing junior games. Weekend practice sessions and Kwik Cricket at WCC have been hit and miss due to a wet outfield (that’s when it has not been raining), and junior games have been equally hit hard.
One Thursday evening game our under 11 team did manage to finish (a thrilling tie) was played in wet and windy conditions more akin to November or February.
Still, you have to admire the enthusiasm of the kids for always turning up. It’s just a shame to have to let them down.
So, here we are in early July, and summer. For everyone’s sake, we can only hope that the wet subsides. And dare I even mention St Swithuns Day just around the corner.
As the folklore goes:-
St Swithun’s day if thou dost rain
For forty days it will remain
St Swithun’s day if thou be fair
For forty days ’twill rain nae mare
Regardless, I, like many, have had enough rain now. Give us back our summer before it is too late