The life of a meteorologist cannot be a happy one. They are charged with predicting the virtually unpredictable using a combination of maths, historical and current data, scientific modelling, logical suppositions, blind hope and a degree of psychology, all of this to estimate what the weather may or may not do over short time frames and how that might affect the lives of their consumers, the great unwashed out there in proletariat land like you and I. When they are right, they aren’t thanked; when they predict Armageddon and deliver a border clash between the parish of St Michaels and the parish of St Andrews instead, they are ridiculed; and when they predict poor weather deliver a bad day in Syria, they are vilified. Such has been their lot in our little corner of the world in the last two weeks where they firstly warned of catastrophic consequences with the … Continue reading Who’d be a weatherman?