If only europe had weighed in and helped iceland during its crisis the volcano wouldn't have spluttered into a rage and winds would have blown the nasty stuff westwards depositing it into the well deserved laps of wall street, if only.
Luckily it never, and instead the skies above london have enjoyed many cloud-free, contrail-free, nice and warm spring days.
Many of those held nothing but a crisp clear blueness, slightly dappled with a sprinkling hint of lolling haziness.
Oh its good to be back.
Well (and did you expect anything else) it would have been, had the buses had their filters clogged with crap and been unable to run; the boy-racers (all three of them) ended up in a ditch somewhere - instead of destroying what would otherwise have been a historic few days of peace and quite (naturally except for christmas day) in any year that I can remember since i was popped into the world. Or is that just since i moved to the capital?
Oh well, back to the pictures.
Picture ‘a’ - with trails, picture ‘b’ without trails or even clouds.
Picture ‘a’ (at least six con trails)
Picture ‘b’; clear blue yonder
Amazing the difference a few days of clear con-free air can make.
But I suppose it will soon sadly come to an end. Which is probably no bad thing (especially for those travelling); as if it continued it wouldn’t be too long before the bread fights, food fights, wiping one's bottom on the nearest trashy newspaper commenced, the spectre of rationing haunting the land - well haunting the poor at any rate.
Hm, i wonder what a bit of rationing would do for my petite, slim-line, cargo-sized waist?