The Rain in Spain … falls largely on Crete
Well, Crete may have under half the number of days of rain in October, but when it does rain, boy, does it come down in buckets (they don’t use the phase raining cats and dogs, but say it’s raining chair legs!).
With the interspersal of bright sunny periods, it’s rather reminiscent of April in England. However, not quite April showers, when the rain is driven by a force 9 southerly wind, even with the shutters tightly closed, the rain sneaks in under the doors, giving a new lease of life to the redundant summer beach towels.
It’s not too bad really, provided that I can keep the rainwater from coming from the road into the garden. There are no drains to speak of except the occasional huge hole for the rain to disappear, so strategically placed stones to divert the water away from the gates will have to suffice (fingers crossed). The garden took a battering from the driving rain and some of the more exposed larger plants in pots look very much worse for wear, and have been moved to a safer part of the garden. We have lost a lot of olives from the trees, and some of the young fruit trees and palms will need staking or tied up for protection again the wilder winter days. Slightly different from problems from gardening in Hampshire?
Second guessing the weather is an impossibility here and even the TV stations seem to contradict each other, and the poor old BBC is at odds with the Hellenic National Meteorological Service. Maybe it’s because Greece is so spread and diverse with all the islands as well as the mainland.
So it’s wise not to have the wet weather gear too far away and even my English umbrella has come into it’s own. Though there seems to be no answer to muddy paws …. Fortunately Buffy has always intensely disliked the wet, so is not inclined to venture outside unless forcibly “encouraged”.
So I still throw open the shutters to welcome the day every morning, and have the joy of the mountains but now often shrouded in cloud rather than the backdrop of a blue sky …. O lucky Man.
With the interspersal of bright sunny periods, it’s rather reminiscent of April in England. However, not quite April showers, when the rain is driven by a force 9 southerly wind, even with the shutters tightly closed, the rain sneaks in under the doors, giving a new lease of life to the redundant summer beach towels.
It’s not too bad really, provided that I can keep the rainwater from coming from the road into the garden. There are no drains to speak of except the occasional huge hole for the rain to disappear, so strategically placed stones to divert the water away from the gates will have to suffice (fingers crossed). The garden took a battering from the driving rain and some of the more exposed larger plants in pots look very much worse for wear, and have been moved to a safer part of the garden. We have lost a lot of olives from the trees, and some of the young fruit trees and palms will need staking or tied up for protection again the wilder winter days. Slightly different from problems from gardening in Hampshire?
Second guessing the weather is an impossibility here and even the TV stations seem to contradict each other, and the poor old BBC is at odds with the Hellenic National Meteorological Service. Maybe it’s because Greece is so spread and diverse with all the islands as well as the mainland.
So it’s wise not to have the wet weather gear too far away and even my English umbrella has come into it’s own. Though there seems to be no answer to muddy paws …. Fortunately Buffy has always intensely disliked the wet, so is not inclined to venture outside unless forcibly “encouraged”.
So I still throw open the shutters to welcome the day every morning, and have the joy of the mountains but now often shrouded in cloud rather than the backdrop of a blue sky …. O lucky Man.
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