I was half expecting it to snow on Tuesday when we were out in the car. Mainly because we were seeing these really odd clouds- with smooth, lumpy bottoms- like an agglomeration of breasts without nipples- that looked as if they were carrying something heavy that was about to fall- but nothing did. Perhaps they were masking UFOs.
There's been a lot of rain- off and on- and other parts of the country have been flooded- but we're in the High Weald- at a height of 400 feet above sea level- so that's not a risk we run. We were halfway up Highgate Hill last week and watching the thing in the car that calculates height and it turns out that Highgate Hill- which seems mountainous when you're climbing it on foot- isn't really very high at all- certainly no higher than we are here on the farm. But if Highgate isn't high then London must be very low- because it's way, way, below Highgate- and its flood defences must be pretty good- Thames Barrier et al- or it would be flooding regularly. Imagine London under water. Many have. Richard Jeffries- the Victorian naturalist- pictured the London of the future as a vast putrid swamp- and rather relished the idea because he hated the place. Was he a true prophet? We live in the age of big cities and find it hard to think a future in which they won't go on getting bigger and bigger- but city living isn't natural to us and London is already hollowing out at its centre and why- when we can communicate instantly over unlimited distances- should we go on living all clumped together?