We get a lot of it here: the local farmers call it "Keswick Sunshine." The campsite is a mere 6 miles (as the wind blows) from the wettest inhabited place in England. Seathwaite in Borrowdale has the dubious distinction of getting a lot wetter than the rest of us, with a staggering 7' 8" of rainfall annually. The local water authority paid for the villages Christmas lights last year, as a "thank you" for their contribution.
I was going to have a moan about how much rain seems to be falling on us at the moment, but it seems a little churlish since there are 76 Flood Warnings in the South of England today. Seathwaite's record might be in jeopardy this year...
You may be wondering why we're still hanging around Keswick when the weather is dreadful and there are a thousand other places waiting to be visited. Well, we're about to move out of our flat there for good, which means re-distributing all our worldly goods - apart from the small, lightweight bits and bobs we can take with us. Since we're distributing it all around several friends and relations, packing it up is taking a lot of time. It's not like moving house, where a box gets packed at one end and unpacked at the other. Here, we have to decide what we're taking and what gets packed into which box to be sent where. It's doing my head in.
Driving into town from the campsite yesterday, negotiating the small lakes in the road on the way, we saw some absolutely amazing cloud formations hanging low in the valley. I learned two valuable lessons. Firstly, that even when the weather is appalling, Nature manages to produce something profoundly beautiful. Secondly, never leave home without a camera.