At last the snow is melting here in Carlisle, the thaw bringing the damp coldness that penetrates into your very bones. Here, dull, dank, grey days typify our dreary winter so I long for a return of the bright crispness of drier, wintry days where snow squeaks underfoot and my nose drips with cold rather than rain run off! But ironically, global warming may makes my dream a reality. Continuing disruption to the North Atlantic Drift could see winter temperatures plummet in Britain, possibly bringing about the colder drier winters I crave. Is this a price I’m prepared to pay?
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