…when I set out. However, about 45 minutes into the walk, it started, and the showers have been more-or-less joined up since then, quite heavy at times. Still the rain is handy in many ways. There’s nearly half a megawatt of hydroelectric power in Longdendale, and a similar amount elsewhere in the Peak District catchment. And according to this (now a few years old) report, there’s scope to more than double the Peak District’s contribution. I know it doesn’t compare to offshore wind, but it’s fairly simple to achieve.
My sleep pattern was never ultra-settled anyway, and the changing of the clocks has put it out a little bit. I lay awake in bed musing on the meanings of the verb ‘tack’ and decided there were probably a number of similarities between dressmaking and welding.
It’s very gloomy outside now, and there must be a big shower in the offing.
The Trail Decorators have been at it again for half-term. I’m at best ambivalent about the whole Halloween thing, as practised in the English-speaking world, but it’s nice to see the place so cheerful anyway.
As you give us, dear God,
difference in your generous weather,
in raging wind, and misty calm,
in fierce sun and lashing rain;
so help us live in a world of difference,
with curiosity and joy,
and keeping hold of our trust in you.
PS the rain is indeed heavy again.