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If there is one thing that I have learnt about being married to a farmer, it’s that they are never, ever happy about the weather. Rain, shine or snow, it will always be doing the wrong thing at the wrong time of year.

Despite my difficulties in understanding this, I do know that spring is a [...]

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My corner of paradise

 
Yes, our blue skies are back again. I know I’m rubbing it in, but being English means that I have been endowed with a lifelong fascination with the weather. I just can’t stop talking about it. Think of it as an inherent need that us Brits have, to prove to the rest of the planet [...]

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Standing room only

Even though they live in a sheep barn that’s big enough to play rugby in, the lambs always seem to snooze piled on top of one another. At night they will seek out their mothers for company, but during the day they have slumber parties where the sole aim is to cram in as many [...]

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Illinois was great but…

There’s no place like home. Even if I was born in a place that is as flat as Illinois and with a similar climate (well at least as far as the rain is concerned), there is no beating the 300 days of sunshine of my adoptive home in the Alps.
We don’t have any tornado warnings [...]

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