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First dense Autumn fog of the year here. Lovely stuff, just another day of heat to soldier on through and we can start looking for a chill in the air in deep FI

Further accumulations in Eastern Siberia

More unseasonable misery....roll on Autumn 2016

The Northern blocking theme seems to be gaining momentum now. Fingers x'd

31c, we're all going to die.....etc etc http://www.express.co.uk/news/weather/709736/UK-weather-latest-forecast-hot-hottest-September-in-40-years

Not much change in a week.

Roll on Friday. I hate these 'unseasonable' hot spells

Look what I saw last night in the garden

Noticeably cooler this morning at 15c. Nice red sky too !!

Any sign of an end to this night-time sweatfest??

Today's offering Building up slowly down the Canadian West Coast/Rockies and Eastern Siberia.

A slight tinge of red Shall I put the sprouts on now?

19c at 6am - bonkers weather !!

I gather Scotland have had a few already?

No doubt. A roads are ploughed, grit is an after thought

That's early. Good to see though

I had 14inches of snow in my back paddock. No amount of grit was ever going to shift that

Boooom - straight into Autumn this morning. Cracked out a 10k run at 5am - in the dark, in the rain. A cool breeze too, took me a few Kms just to warm up.

Close this thread !!!

Probably dehydration. August has been rather dry. Try not watering your houseplants - the same thing will happen

9.5 > 11.5 on the Warks/Oxon border. Lots of low lying mist in the hollows. A stunning Autumnal morning

Hello Autumn 2016 "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, Drows'd 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 cyder-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 red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies"

I hope not. Though, to be fair, last Autumn's storms were rather exciting. Just glad I don't live on the Western coasts

Some of the hollows I drove through this morning were down to 8c. Red sky also - are we expecting rain?

A beautiful late summer morning for my daily drive through rural Warwickshire into Oxfordshire. Pools of mist sat in many of the low lying fields and on the streams. I can almost touch Autumn now. 12c