The Weather

I know it’s a stupidly British thing to talk about, but pull up a cuppa, queue yourself a crumpet and lets have a communal moan about not complaining about the weather.

Obviously in our line of work, what with most of that line being exposed the the elements, the weather can make or break a festival. Our usual nemesis, rain, has been unusually quiet since we got our magnificent food van back, because we are now immune to it once again, even if our customers are not.

Instead we are faced with this endless winter. Admittedly the sun was shining today, but speaking as someone who spent the entire day outdoors watching people forlornly scurrying between shops while dodging the omnipresent charity workers I can tell you it was not a pleasant temperature to be outdoors. We were about as central as you can get in Birmingham, parked on New Street right in the middle of shopping, but as temperatures didn’t appear to get above -7 all day I can totally understand that anyone in their right mind would not want to eat outside.

For context, we mostly took this picture because of the bizzarre Land Rover body kit.

As this is a communal moan, similar to those we have indulged in today, I don’t want you to miss out.

You were just thinking that it really has been pretty chilly, because you still had to de-ice the car for work this morning and you’re just really glad that the weather has promised warmer temperatures later in the week.

Ah, I chime in, but with the warmer weather they are apparently also forecasting rain.

We have a bit of a joke – neither of us are sure which is better, but we can both laugh it off because it’s weather, and there is not much else you can do. You mention one of the statistics about the last few months, probably the one about the coldest March on record, and we both agree that it certainly felt like it.

Glad we covered that. I do like our chats.

Let me tell you about wind as well. It’s not really a weather we notice much of the time, but today it wanted a piece of our van. Initially this involved playing silly buggers with the hatch. We angle it down, to keep what precious heat we had inside the van, and the wind wiggles it up. We pull it back down, duct tape it into position, the wind moves it back up, eventually with such force that it managed to fracture one of our supports.

At this point, we decided the bath and some second stage toastie research for the Manwich probably couldn’t wait, so while we were sure rush hour traffic out of Birmingham would miss us, we hoped it would understand that there are only so many cars we can hold up by trundling along the motorway at full speed, and they would just have to wait till next time.