I remember summer rain
Warm and temporary, no threat to a summer’s day
Sometimes a relief back then
A brief cooling with no need for shelter.
Well you can’t really can you? You can only photograph what it does. But today as I set off I decide I’m going to try and get inside the wind, be a part of it. See what that’s like.
In much of Britain today this would be simply foolish. Even as close as New Brighton across the river and the Formby coast to the north are being battered by high winds and stormy seas, and to get inside the wind would be to risk being blown away. But here in south Liverpool, protected from the Irish Sea by the gentle curve of the Mersey, it’s windier than usual certainly, but I think that gentle phrase ‘being buffeted’ would be the strongest way of describing what the wind is doing to us around here.