January. Proper winter. With proper snow.
And proper snowmen:
And proper sledging.
[Photo: Kyle Taylor]
Then it was spring. The exact details escape me but I’m sure it came with the proper mix of rain and sunshine:
Then in July the weather played with us a little. It rained a lot. We started to freak out. Meteorologists covered their asses:
But his was actually a Derren Brownish feat of reverse psychology, luring the summer into stepping up its mothersunning game…
…because in July we embarked on a PROPER summer. Like the hottest, driest and warmest one since 2006. We were all like this:
And totally all:
It might not’ve always held out:
[Photo: Dave Pearce]
But the headlines sure changed:
It was 34ºC at Heathrow for crying out loud. That’s a proper summer right there.
In September, the sun reached a lower zenith in the sky, aligning just-so with the curvature of the just-built Walkie Talkie, which condensed its life-giving warmth into a narrowly focused RAY OF DEATH:
You could even fry an egg under it. For free! So… maybe not all bad?
In October, a properly fearsome storm blew in across the country. And London was not spared!
This 40ft beach ball was blown off an advertising hoarding and started rolling around Old Street roundabout.
In December, London faced a properly high sea surge. The waters were rising. Only one man could save the day: Barry the Thames Barrier.
Well, here’s what it would’ve looked like if it failed:
And as I don’t remember canoeing to the office any time recently, let’s call it a CRUSHING VICTORY. Hurrah!
Later that month, it got properly foggy, and it looked really cool. Everyone went nuts for the photos.
Hot summers. Snowy winters. Interesting stuff in between. More like this in 2014 please!