Is that Belfast, Ron?

Antheil.  To be frank, we had a very heavy downpour here is N16 about 6pm.  Newport is so industrial, and as soon as we were past Caerleon, it was so rural.  Wet but nice.

getting chilly here, ther nights ae drawing in - here comes winter, lets hope we have an indian winter

It is nice here. We have a little bit of sun. We are drying up before the next storm or rain.

I wish the weather stays good for one more day. I want my friend to be able to go for a walk or cycle.

Woke to rain again.
Again woke to find myself thinking I was at my parents' house.
But in 48 hours I will be.

Every time I walk home late of late (hm) the moon has had the rings round it. November-ish Like this:

Oh, I have ... often  ...

I used to do a job that involved working quite closely with a well-known Government licensing agency based just outside Swansea, travelling down there on a regular basis.  I liked the place and especially the people (those working in Government offices away from the capital have a well-founded belief that folks coming down from London are out to get them, but once we all got to know each other everything was fine - even if I was at one point allocated a desk with a view over Moriston Cemetery, soggy funerals now being for ever a part of my mental image of Wales).

But the climate ...

I have never seen rain like it.  I often wondered whether Swansea has a micro-climate - something to do with the valleys, perhaps - or was home to some special metereological phenomenon; in much the same way that we have the Scandinavian High and the Iberian Spike, perhaps trainee metereologists really do learn about the Abertawe Saturation.  I certainly recall mornings travelling down in the train, the sun shining on Newport, Cardiff, Bridgend and even Port Talbot, only for the clouds to gather over Neath and the deluge to begin.  Swansea taxi drivers openly boasted about living in the wettest city in Britain - or, as one got in the car following a dash through the downpour, would comment that it was brightening up a bit ...

Of course the sun came out occasionally, and it didn't rain all the time.  But it's the quality of the rain, its relentlessness and sheer wetness, that stays in the mind.

We spent two summer holidays on the Gower peninsular at the beginning of the 60s (when the young Barrett would have been but a tot), and although it didn't rain incessantly, it certainly wasn't idyllically balmy: I have memories of waiting in the car (a green and black Wolsey 1500, reg. 824 DKX) at Mumbles beach waiting for the tram to arrive with the rain drumming on the roof like grain from a silo, and there were days when we stayed in the hotel because it was so wet. There were at least a couple of dry days, though....