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I thought that this blog could take something along the lines of weather lore; it came about from me finding the little ditty below. Looking a little further it seems the there are hundreds, if not more of these as well as poetry all relating to the weather.

I suppose we have all been told these, I know I was when I was younger (a long time ago now), my grandmother always had a saying for whatever occasion, not least the weather, I just wish that I could remember them all now. However, I’ve made a start on this theme now and from time to time I will post or blog a few more as they come to light:


Whether the weather be fine
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold
Or whether the weather be hot,
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not.

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[i][size="3"]The poet John Clare was the son of a farm worker; in his (1827 Calendar) he includes weather lore in the poem for May:[/size][/i]

[size="3"]“And scarlet-starry points of flowers,
Pimpernel, dreading nights and showers
Oft call'd “the Shepherd's weather-glass”,
That sleeps till suns have dried the grass,
Then wakes, and spreads its creeping bloom,
Till clouds with threatening shadows come,
Then close it shuts to sleep again;
Which weeders see and talk of rain”[/size]

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[size="3"][i]Another of John Clare’s poem [/i][i]The Woodman [/i][i]contains the verses: [/i][/size]

[size="3"]“And as most labourers knowingly pretend
By certain signs to judge the weather right,
As oft from "Noah's ark" great floods descend,
And "buried moons" foretell great storms at night” [/size]

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[size="3"]If the Ash before the Oak,
Then there'll be a regular soak; [/size]

[size="3"]But if the Oak before the Ash,
Then there'll only be a splash[/size]

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Or old Moore’s annual prophecies

Of flooded fields and clouded skies;

Whose Almanac’s thumb’d pages swarm

With frost and snow, and many a storm,

And wisdom, gossip’d from the stars,

Of politics and bloody wars.

He shakes his head, and still proceeds,

Nor doubts the truth of what he reads:

All wonders are with faith supplied,—

Bible, at once, or weather-guide.

St. Swithun's day, if thou dost rain,
For forty days it will remain;
St. Swithun's day, if thou be fair,
For forty days 'twill rain na mair.

Dry August and warm, Doth harvest no harm

If the twenty-fourth of August be fair and clear, Then hope for a prosperous autumn that year.

All the tears that St. Swithin can cry, St. Bartlemy's mantle wipes them dry

St. Bartholomew, Bringst the cold dew.

Mackerel sky and mares' tails make lofty ships carry low sails.
Mackerel sky,
Mackerel sky,
Not long wet,
Not long dry

When clouds appear like rocks and towers,
the earth's refreshed with frequent showers.

If pine cones' bristles are pointed outward, it will be dry. If they're scrunched inward, it will be wet.

[b]'Quick rise after low foretells a stronger blow.[/b]

[font="Comic Sans MS"][size="3"]· A backing wind says storms are nigh, Veering winds will clear the sky[/size][/font]

[font="Comic Sans MS"][size="3"][b]· [/b][b]When halo rings the moon or sun, rain's approaching on the run[/b][/size][/font]

If the first week in August is unusually warm,
the coming Winter will be snowy and long.

[b]If a cold August follows a hot July,
It foretells a Winter hard and dry.[/b]

[b]When leaves fall early,
Fall and Winter will be mild;
When leaves fall late,
Winter will be severe.[/b]

[b]Much rain in October,
Much wind in December.[/b]

[b]Flowers bloomin' in late Autumn,
A sure sign of a bad Winter comin'.[/b]

[b]As high as the weeds grow,
So will the bank of snow.[/b]

[b]Onion skins very thin,
Mild Winter coming in;
Onion skins thick and tough,
Coming Winter cold and rough.[/b]
If the rooster goes crowing to bed, he'll certainly rise with a watery head.

Rain before seven, fine before eleven.

The higher the clouds, the better the weather.

Catchy drawer and sticky door, coming rain will pour and pour.

Apart from the John Clare works, I have no idea as to who to attribute the other snippets to, but it has to be a big thank you to them all, as they are all interesting.

I’m sure that there are many more, perhaps it would make good content for a topic some time?

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Lincolnshire Notes

Just a short entry this time. I am at present reading a book titled "Even the birds were walking". It is about the founding of the Meteorlogical Flights carried out by the the early pioneers - that was in the hot air balloon era, following on with the early flying machines and then the First World War. There was further development in the inter-war years and I have now got to the early WW2 years. So far this has made really interesting reading, and I will post more when I have finished the book.

The reason for this entry is, if anyone who is tempted to read my ramblings, has read any other good books on the subject of "Weather" I would like to hear from them, not because I have loads of time to sit and read, but winter will soon be here!! and I do enjoy reading, especially on something that interests me.




Lincolnshire Notes

This is not strictly a weather related item - or is it? Many of the aircraft that operated from the Lincolnshire, endured many weather related problems during their operations; bearing in mind that those operating them were in their late teens and came from all backgrounds, so had almost certainly not come into contact with detailed (at the time) synoptic charts.

During some of my research into another great interest of mine - both relating to Lincolnshire and aviation, I put this short article together:-


No one visiting the tiny churchyard in the village of Brattleby, just north of Lincoln, can fail to see the lone Commonwealth War graves Commission headstone marking the grave of a Canadian aviator serving with the wartime Royal Air Force.

Clare Arthur Connor was born and brought up in Toronto, Canada. In May 1938, after a short spell at the University of Toronto, he volunteered for service with the Royal Air Force and, after pilot training was posted briefly to No 106 Squadron before being transferred to no 83 Squadron operating Handley Page Hampden’s at RAF Scampton, in August 1940.

It was on the night of 15[sup]th[/sup] September 1940, during an attack on the invasion barges moored in Antwerp Docks, that Flying Officer Connor’s aircraft was hit and set on fire over the target area. Two of the crewmembers baled out, but the wireless operator/air gunner, Sgt John Hannah stayed with his pilot and managed to extinguish the fire, enabling Connor to bring the badly damaged aircraft back to Scampton.

For their actions, Sgt Hannah received the Victoria Cross and F/O Connor the Distinguished Flying Cross, both men going to Buckingham Palace to receive their awards from the King on the 10[sup]th[/sup] October.

Tragically, Connor was not to wear the ribbon of the DFC for long. Returning from a bombing sortie over Norway on the night of 3/4[sup]th[/sup] November 1940, his Hampden crashed into the sea off the east coast and some several days later Connor’s body was found in a dingy off Spurn Head. His body was brought back to Scampton and buried, not with other Scampton aircrew in the Scampton churchyard, but in the village churchyard at Brattleby, a lonely resting place for a brave Canadian pilot.

The aircraft involved was a Handley Page Hampden L4093 OL-J of 83 Squadron, then based at RAF Scampton.

Sgt G Stubbings MIA

Sgt J W C Gibson MIA

Sgt R Norris MIA




Lincolnshire Notes

[size="3"]We've had an exceptionally busy time since we got back fro, our excursion to Cumbria. Just before we went away, one of our neighbours - for whom I dog walk regularly, came to see us to tell us about a little Jack Russell terrier which was looking for a new home!!!! All we were told is that he was still a puppy and was house trained. So, yes you guessed, we went to see him down near Skegness; my wife who is blind took to him right away and he was very good with her, so we made arrangements to collect him when we returned a week later, since then our feet haven't touched the ground.

We had both said we should loose some weight, well at this rate we shall be shadows before too long, the upside is I can take my camera out walking and get lots more pictures of the 'clouds floating by' and by the way, I've already lost a pound or two by just trying to keep up with him.

My gardening activities also seem to have come to a standstill, as everyting seems to be mischief to him; he sees me digging and thinks it is great fun to do the same, but mostly in the wrong place. Of course, our neighbours think it is great fun to watch us coming to terms with our addition to the family. [/size]

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Lincolnshire Notes

[font="Comic Sans MS"][size="3"]Lincolnshire being a mainly rural county, It is not surprising that a song was written about a regular ruarl activity - poaching, I'm sure other counties also have songs written about their own activities as well, but this is Lincolnshire's offering.

[b]The Lincolnshire Poacher[/b]
[/size][/font][size="3"]When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire,
Full well I served my master for more than seven years,
Till I took up to poaching, as you shall quickly hear,
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.

As me and my companioans were setting of a snare,
'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we dld not care,
Far we can wrestle and fight, my boys and jump out anywhere,
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.

As me and my ccmpanions were setting four or five,
And taking on 'em up again, we caught a hare alive.
We took a hare alive my boys, and through the woods did steer
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.

I threw him on my shoulder and then we trudged home
We took him to a neighbor's house, and sold him for a crown;
We sold him for a crown, my boys, but I did not tell you where
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.

Success to ev'ry gentleman that lives in Lincolnshire
Success to every poacher that wants to sell a hare
Bad luck to ev'ry gamekeeper that will not sell his deer
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.

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Lincolnshire Notes

[size="3"]I think most people have heard at one time or another the term "Linccolnshire Yellowbelly", in fact I've used the term on some of the forums. Here is a short explamation of where the saying came from.


The building on Burton Road, Lincoln that is now home to the Museum of Lincolnshire Life was once the barracks of the Royal North Lincolnshire Militia. The officers of this regiment would wear bright yellow waistcoats on the battlefield. This made it easier for their men to spot them (let's overlook the fact that it also made them rather obvious targets...) and also earned them the name Lincolnshire Yellowbellies.

I'm always interested in bits and pieces about Lincolnshire, and found the facts below on the Seal Sanctuary website, they are based at Mablethorpe.

20,000 years ago an ice sheet blanketed Lincolnshire as far as Boston. It was much too cold for anything to survive and even the snowy owls would have been driven far to the south. Our ancestors certainly were: the nearest humans at this time lived in France.

The ice sheet still has an effect today: at the point where the glacier stopped it left a dry ridge. First travelers would have followed this and parts of the road to Boston still sit atop this slight rise above the fens. Now you know why at least some of Lincolnshire’s roads are so twisty! [/size]




Lincolnshire Notes

[font="Comic Sans MS"][size="3"]As I was taking our dog for walkies this morning, I got talking with someone who lives on our route to the local park. He originates from Nottingham and migrated to Lincolnshire some years ago now, but he was telling me how fortunate he feels to be able to visit the East Coast, Lincolnshire Wolds, Humber Estuary, the Peak District which are all within an hours drive from where we live. There is nothing strange about that you may say; but this county of ours is so diverse in all things - obviously the coastal strip has many attractions, not all of the family kind. There are the docks at Immingham, Grimsby and Boston. A lot of you may already know of the many holiday caravan and holiday home parks along the counties east coast, also, you will have probably have travelled through the scenic Lincolnshire Wolds, vast tracts of rolling countryside which on a good day gives good vistas of the county.

Probably the largest industry in the county is agriculture and this provides carpets of different colours as the seasons change, at the moment it is mostly the yellow of the oil seed rape which is showing, but there is the blue of the Linseed, the coulours of the bulbs in the springtime, and the vast acres of the wheat, barley etc. in the autumn.

Throughout the county there are many and varied historical sites, if I remember correctly, there was a publicity brochure which portrayed the county as being from the "Romans to the Red Arrows" which I suppose covers all bases.

The engineering heritage of the City of Lincoln is legend, but that will be the basis another blog entry in the future.



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