Captain's Log. Star-date February 6th, 2013. It has been well over two months since my last log. My explorations of Cuadrilla have been so absorbing that I have barely had time to record my findings.
So this log is long over-due. I feel I have entered another time-space dimension, a dimension where every day is overcast and wet. Over the past four weeks, I have recorded about three dry days. When I first came here, I used to wonder in the morning whether it would be raining when I left my house: now I have learnt to count on it. On the rare occasions when the skies clear, an inhabitant of this moist land would be ill-advised to leave his home without an umbrella or suitable attire, for the weather can and generally does take a turn for the worse when you are least expecting it. They have a saying here, that if you don't like the weather, wait 5 minutes. But that suggests changeability, whereas THIS is relentless, merciless precipitation.
As I walked up the hill through the cold rain the other evening, I wondered what it would be like to live in this climate all one's life. What sorts of character traits would one have to develop in order to survive in Cuadrilla? I speculated that one would need to be very resigned with one's lot in life, very stoical if you will; that one would need a will like steel to constantly face the miserable weather, day in day out, without rebelling against the cosmos or staying in bed; that one would perhaps become a little curt or insensitive toward others as one developed a "thick skin" to deal with the unforgiving climate; and that one would probably have little time for beating around the bush and mincing one's words. All of which character traits are in ample supply in Cuadrilla. So maybe there is something to this theory after all!