In April I set about planning to build a brick BBQ in the back yard. The BBQ was one of last summers projects that never quite happened, and things look set to repeat themselves this year. It is just too wet. Too wet to mix cement, too wet to have a BBQ even if I did get one built.

The sun came out one evening a few weeks ago and in a burst of enthusiasm I cobbled together a make shift BBQ using loose bricks and a grate.  But as soon as the chicken was charring the storm clouds rolled in thick and black, and I finished cooking under a large umbrella, sheltering the coals from torrential rain. It was a special moment. I really rather liked it in the end.

Coping with the rain is not always easy. I have a few friends who suffer periods of mild depression when the whether is consistently bad, and I sympathise. I get wet nearly every day as I commute by bike. I try to develop a ‘grin and bear it’ attitude, but every now and then I long for the mood boost that the sun on my back would bring.

But perhaps coping with the rain can be a bit like coping with economic downturn and rising prices. Our priorities change and we find new things (cheaper things) to enjoy and there is something deeply satisfying to be be able to ride the downs as well as the ups.

Thinking about the rain, Joe Morgan at the guardian (Comment is free) writes:

Rain makes us wet, but it is also saturated with meaning. Rain invites inactivity and gives us time to reflect on its significance. British rain used to be about the eccentric stoicism of couples sat in their cars staring at the sea through their windscreen wipers.