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40 Days, 40 Facts... Beginning with the weather!

Last Lent I attempted, and succeeded at writing 40 posts in 40 days - this sometimes involved leaving a night out early so that I could rush home before midnight, when I would have been lumped with defeat and a pumpkin! This year it will be a bit more taxing, because for some of those days I'll be in the air and others in that remote African country of South Africa, lounging about on a beach. But I shall do my utmost to bring you 40 facts over the 40 days. 

Considering that I live in the UK, I thought I'd look for the facts in and around Britain... So what better a way, than to start with the weather!

  • The warmest day in England was in August 2003 in Faversham, Kent: 38.5° C
  • The coldest day was in January 1982 in Newport, Shropshire: -26.1°C
  • The sunniest English month was in July 1911, in Eastbourne, Sussex, with 383.9 hours of sunshine
  • The highest wind speed was recorded at Gwennap Head, Cornwall in December 1979: 118mph
  • The wettest day in England was in July 1955 in Martinstown, Dorset, with 279mm of rain
  • The highest amount of recorded rain fallen in 5 minutes was in Preston, Lancashire in August 1893: 32mm
  • June has the highest average number of sunshine hours
  • December has the lowest average sunshine hours in England
 


As a topic of fond British conversation, should someone now bring up the weather, you will not only be able to comment on how it is affecting your life today, or how you hope for it to be good this weekend, or what your latest weather-app-of-choice says...


Lucky


PS. I hear it's going to be a whole 15°C tomorrow!!!

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