On the 12th June I wrote about drought-break as if less than 1mm of rain was an excuse for 🥳 🎉 💃 🍾. In Namibia, that might be fair enough . . . and maybe with sea temperature rise disrupting our wet westerlies we should adjust to a skeleton coast base-line for Ireland. The following weekend it was a) my bday & Father's "Hallmark" Day which was really an excuse for at least 💃 🍾. Accordingly we decamped to TráMhór on the Waterford Coast for back-to-back movie nights and 🍰 with Pat the Salt. Clocked: Le Concert (2009) + Mr Smith Goes to Washington (1939) ; Youth (2015) + About Time (2013). Mostly good fun: no car-chases, no guns, no spaceships.multiprevs] at low tide and combed a big blue fish-box in serviceable condition - which event gave me a frisson of delight. Never enough crates! Like Darwin discovering marine fossils 3,000m up The Andes, archaeologists in 1,000 years are going to be puzzled by the local midden of beach-plastic so far from the sea. Even if the sea is lapping at the foot of the Blackstairs by then.
But that 16/17 June weekend it really rained: downtown Tralee was flooded. Back home, we'd previously cleaned out all our water-collection devices WCDs and they were ready to catch water again . . . even if we were all off site whooping it up on the beach. Gravity and infrastructure does the work. There were some desultory showers the following week and started pumping water up hill to our 1 tonne IBC. On St John's Day we mowed all the grass - including the cow-slip Primula veris corner, so we're looking allll protestant again. The following morning, early, another belt of rain passed across the country from the SW and we were able to top up all our WCDs including our diverse clatter of buckets and watering cans.
I tell ya, it would be mighty if we could get our 1000mm of annual rain delivered like clockwork at 10mm every third night. No floods, no droughts, just enough, on the regular - perfick!