Tag: weather

That moment when you realise that you forgot your sunglasses but figure you'll just squint.

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A fawn-coloured French Bulldog sits on the wooden decking outside a back door, squinting as she looks towards the sun (evident from the direction of the shadows).

Demmy would like to know why I haven't turned off the UK's heatwave yet. 🥵

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Close up of the face of a fawny French Bulldog with her tongue blepping out to the side.

Iced coffee and air con. Possibly the only things that'll keep me sane, working in the UK's current heatwave (especially with the schools closed and kids sent home!).

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Dan, a white man with a small beard and a blue ponytail, holds a pint if iced coffee on front of a residential portable air conditioner unit.

It's been too damn hot out, so Ruth, the kids, and I took refuge at the snow park of an indoor ski centre!

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Ring riders on an indoor ski slope.

Bitterly cold and starkly beautiful, this morning: West Oxfordshire is blanketed in an impenetrably thick freezing fog.

It's quite pretty, though I'm regretting not bringing my gloves out with me!

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Tree-flanked fields almost impossible to discern through a blanket of thick white fog.

Tintern Abbey's looking especially beautiful in the fresh snow, this morning.

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A partially-ruined stone monastery juts out of a snowy plain in a wooded valley, under bright blue skies.

A few pockets of the morning's freezing fog still cling to the hedgerows as the dog and I set out on a chilly West Oxfordshire morning walk.

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A French Bulldog trots along a concrete slab farm track alongside fallow fields bordered by mist, hedges, and distant flanking hills.

Gorgeous autumn dawn this morning with a razor-sharp moon hanging above the shifting hues of the South-East.

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A silver sliver of a crescent moon in the indigo part of a colourful autumn sunrise framed between spindly tree branches above and roofs below.

It's going to be a cold one. (At last; it's been an unseasonably-warm November so far!)

Good morning Lapland!

It's the Twelfth of Bleptember, and our little blepper has tucked herself away tidily, wrapped up in her snuggly warm jumper, to hide from the torrential rain that's beating down across Oxfordshire. Oh, and her tongue's sticking out, of course.

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A French Bulldog wearing a teal jumper lies in a brown fuzzy dog basket, her legs tucked neatly beneath her body. One ear is sticking up and the other tucked back, and her tongue is sticking out in a full blep.

Looking forward to the school run starting again next week... so I get a bonus excuses for walks around our beautiful village!

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Paddock with horses under a sky of mixed clouds and an arching rainbow.

As the UK's heatwave continues, the dog and I were delighted that this morning was sufficiently overcast that we could manage a proper walk without completely melting.

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A French Bulldog on a forested path, panting happily.

Her breed copes badly with the heat and we've lately had to keep her indoors or in the shade more than she'd like, so a chance to run around among the trees was very welcome!

Out for a dog walk this morning along the Nevern Estuary, I spotted this brave fellow rowing his way (at least) half naked across the bay, on a route that pitted him against the wind, rain, and tide!

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A shirtless white bald man rows a small white boat past bouys in a choppy estuary.