The weather has been weird in Oxford lately. Really weird.
Two years of low winter rainfall has led to groundwater levels so low that Oxford is officially in drought and we are all being asked to conserve water. Being fairly lazy by nature, I’m happy to have a legitimate reason not to water the garden or wash the car, but I do miss lounging in a warm bath with a pot of tea and a good book.
The drought orders were followed by the wettest April on record, with water bouncing off concrete and hard packed soil alike, causing localised flooding and widespread cynicism.
May brought a freak heat wave, and the city was awash with pallid white winter skin roasting to lobster red as people followed the time honoured British tradition of basking in the sun without enough clothing or sunscreen.
Then the weather broke and we all stood…
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