top of page

The Wind Bucket

  • Writer: Tim Bradford
    Tim Bradford
  • May 23, 2006
  • 1 min read

We keep a big dirty plastic cement bucket in our back garden to tell us which way the wind is blowing. If it’s up near the gas tank we know it’s a westerly. If it ends up at the edge of the gorse then that means cold northerlies. My father in law is away for a couple of weeks. When he gets back I know the first thing he’ll say is “Where is my big dirty plastic cement bucket?” and I’ll point to the centre of a mass of gorse bushes and shout “Northerlies!” I’ve taken to thinking that each wind has a different accent. South westerly is a Corkman and northerly a strong Ulster voice. “There will be NO playing in the garden today!” says the Rev. North Wind.

Recent Posts

See All
It’s A Beautiful Day

I’ve written before about rain. About how it makes me feel alive. Today the rain was beating down, propelled by cold gusts of wind that...

 
 
 
Crap Snow

It starts to snow. My youngest son has been waiting all year for this. “Ha ha ha!” he shouts, looking out of the window. He’s already in...

 
 
 

Comments


© 2023 by The Artifact. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page