What happened to the Rishi Sunak I knew at school?
Perhaps appropriately, then, he has written quite a whimsical little book, scarcely longer than a pamphlet, exploring the glorious oddness of British weather with characteristic elegance and perspicacity. East Anglian gales, ‘ranting uninterrupted from the Urals’, are ‘a sight more brazen than the tree-top gossip of the Chilterns’. As Britons we ‘expect to be punished ourselves should we ever be blessed with an inordinately perfect summer. “We’ll pay for it,” we gloomily predict.’
Mabey discusses seasonal affective disorder, the Impressionists’ fascination with London smog (see Monet’s ‘Waterloo Bridge’ above), and the notion of the halcyon day, whose perfection is framed, even defined by the weather that accompanies it. Mainly, though, he goes for long walks. ‘I meandered round the edge of the common, casually looking for fieldfares and barn owls, and enjoying the way the icy crust over the mud scrunched like a crème brûlée under my feet.’ Later he calculates that the arrival of spring ‘travels north and east across flat ground at roughly two miles an hour — walking pace in fact, so that it’s possible to indulge the fantasy of following it on foot, the guest behind the unrolling carpet.’ A perfect sentence in a wonderful book.
Dune: Part Two is not a sequel but a continuation of Dune, so picks up exactly at the point you’d started to wonder if it would ever end. All I can remember from the first film is sand, sand, so much sand, and it must get everywhere, and into your sandwiches. But it is set
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