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Monday, July 06, 2009
Micro-Climate
I live in a modest abode, not a vast estate. So it was rather strange on Saturday to find that it was raining in the back garden, but not in the front.
It happens... I recall as a child walking along a dry pavement with my mother, whilst it was raining on the pavement on the other side. Freeky though isn't it!
It happens... I recall as a child walking along a dry pavement with my mother, whilst it was raining on the pavement on the other side. Freeky though isn't it!
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ReplyDeleteWhen I lived in Trinidad, my grandma lived in a valley, and you could hear the rain coming and the trick was whether you could race it home.
(most of the time I got home soaked)
I love stuff like this :) x
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