Cloud, Cloud And More Cloud

[Prudie]

I wouldn't normally start a thread about the weather but in my part of Dorset we have had solid grey cloud all day every day for a week, no wind, unseasonably mild and a lot of mist and it looks set to continue until after the weekend. We genuinely have not seen even a glimpse of the the sun at all 7 days on the trot. Anyone other areas experiencing this? It's sooo depressing.

[pastafreak]

Pretty much the same here in Devon. There was a sunny day...Friday I think. It's alreadya distant memory. Lights are on by 3pm...more like December 😥

 

[CrapatCryptics2]

North Cambs as well

[Tilly2]

...and Bedford.

I don't find it depressing though. Nice weather for walking the dog. Not cold, not breezy. Lovely,autumnal, still days where you know where you are.

[albaqwerty]

It's been yukky for at least 5 days here (Renfrewshire).

Had about 30 mins of blue bits but gray won.

 

[bednobs]

https://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/articles/c36pxjx855go

[Canary42]

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
  Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
  With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
  And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
    To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
  With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
    For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
  Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
  Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
  Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
    Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep 
  Steady thy laden head across a brook;
  Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
    Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
  Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
  And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
  Among the river sallows, borne aloft
    Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
  Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
  The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
    And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Keats

[Barmaid]

CrapatCryptics is in a similar area to me. It is persistently dull. Misty in the mornings and never quite burns off!

[Smowball]

Exactly the same here!

[barry1010]

Makes driving at this time of year much easier though, preferable to being blinded by the low sun

[youngmafbog]

I work in the Cloud every day 🤣