The topic of conversation at Castle Towers currently is the weather, as I’m sure it is in households throughout the land.
While we seem to have escaped the worst of that which dear Mother Nature is throwing at Yorkshire and the west, the pictures on our TV and computer screens are enough to send Mrs C babbling on about snow drifts, flooding, high winds, even heatwaves – remember heatwaves?
The debate over global warming will rumble on until we all cook but two things are certain, freak weather conditions will continue to happen as they have done for thousands of years and, secondly, us Brits will talk about them ad nauseam.
We are obsessed with the weather.
The concern at the moment is that we might get a white Easter – having been dreaming of a white Christmas for as long as I can remember but rarely getting one.
Don’t panic too much, though, we’re not all doomed.
After all, Easter is early this year.
A friend was looking through the bound volumes of the Alnwick and County Gazette at the Bailiffgate Museum and, inparticular, the issue of Saturday, March 27, 1915.
In it was a few pictures and short caption, which said: “The snowstorm left the road blocked at Heckley, Alnwick, last weekend. Snow lay eight feet deep on the highway about half-a-mile above the Tyneside Irish camp.”
Eight-feet snow drift!
Sound familiar? People were probably predicting the end of the world even back then.
We do seem to have endured more than our fair share of extreme weather in recent times, what with flash floods, rivers bursting their banks and snow.
So perhaps it is our turn to side-step the really bad white stuff. But this brief excursion into the history books will tell us that we won’t escape forever and our turn will come again. And despite my warning and the amazing forecasts we get , we’ll still not be ready for it!