Photo is taken from the coast road looking out to the bay at 8am. if you click to enlarge you can clearly see the sea mist that rolled in to blanket Barrow for the rest of the day.
What would we do without the British weather,everyone knows that we are obsessed with it. What else would we talk about, our UK weather changes that often that it always gives us something to talk about. How boring if we lived in a country with a constant warm climate, "nice day then eh" and that would be it, end of conversation. As it is theirs always something to whinge about, and don't we just love doing it, nine out of ten conversations in a taxi start with comments about the weather. But today I was caught out by doing just this and ended up with a red face. I had two old lasses in the back and we were talking about how mild it is for this early in the year. I mentioned that it has been the warmest January for nearly a hundred years; and they were saying that bulbs were starting to come up in their gardens. Then without thinking I said "yes I was red hot in bed last night"they then both started cackling like a coven of witches. I was baffled for a while until I figured out that these two sweet old ladies weren't quite as innocent as I thought.