Weather the storm

WHY do we still come to the Lakes?” Livvy groaned. “It always rains. Most of my friends have gone to Spain or Greece for their summer holiday. “They’ll come back with tans and photos of sandy beaches

WINDY, windy weather, we all blow together!” Hannah Kington laughed as she ran along the pavement, hand in hand with her five-year-old twins, Daisy and Amy. She could remember playing this game when s

TYPICAL!” Peter moaned,as they sat in the traffic gazing at the rain. “The hottest summer for years and we choose a week when it rains.” “A change is as good as a rest.” Joy smiled. The traffic began

Our columnist takes us back to the 1976 heatwave and says we should be thankful for typical British summers!

IT was three o’clock in the afternoon and still raining. It started the moment they arrived, and Sharon watched with a heavy heart as the rain took hold and the sky darkened. Even she, queen of all pl

REVEREND JERRY GRANDE paused as he entered St Symeon’s Church. He gazed at the light streaming through the largest of the stained-glass windows, spilling in a wide stripe of colour across the altar, p