Sunday, July 16, 2006

Saint Swithin's Day and flying ants

Yesterday was Saint Swithin's Day. If the traditional rhyme is anything to go by, we are in for a good spell:

St Swithin’s Day, if it does rain
Full forty days, it will remain
St Swithin’s Day, if it be fair
For forty days, t'will rain no more

I also noticed about eight flying ants while I was walking around. I was always told that they come out for one day a year. I think this is, perhaps, a localised thing. So they have chosen today in Newbury but not in Cornwall, according to my mother, who was the source of the theory.

I have often wondered how all the flying ants decide that it is their day to come out. But presumably it has something to do with localised weather conditions.


  1. Reminds me of the Bob Monkhouse joke about the friend he met who looked knackered. He'd had a wet dream on St Swithin's Day. (Sorry.)

  2. Good one! He was a card old Bobby.