why name them?

It's wintertime here in the United Kingdom and living as I do on its western coast I'm used to rainy and windy days.  In the past they were called "Atlantic Weather Systems" and heralded spells of the aforementioned dreary weather.

tree down just around the corner today!!

But that's all it was really.  Bad weather.

Nowadays it seems though we have to name them for some inexplicable reason.  At time of writing (2nd January) we have storm Henk.  Lately we've had Gerrit and before that it was Debi, Elin and Fergus.  

All very strange, as are the names already allocated for storms to come in 2024.  I shan't bore you with the full list, but we have such gems as Isha, Lilian, Regina and Tamiko.  Although I'm rather looking forward to storm Nicholas.  It'll probably burst upon us, rattle about for a bit and then leave like an underwhelming damp squib!

I don't like this naming culture though.  Some of these storms have wreaked havoc, devastation, injury and even death.  To give them a name for me trivialises or maybe even humanises them (and yes, I get the irony that I had a laugh about them).

Why can't we just get back to having rainy, windy days and unnamed weather systems.  We're going to get wet whatever it's called.

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This week's tech video is a look at my new Fringer adapter.  "What's that" I hear you all cry.  Well, if you don't know, and want to find out you'll just have to watch the video!

If adapters just aren't your thing, then perhaps birds are.  And if that is the case, you might enjoy some slow-motion footage I shot just yesterday of a lovely nuthatch (and some friends) down our local patch of woodland: