Is climate change real? In this book Shute takes the evidence that he sees around him and relates it to science. However the book is so much more than that. There is a passion about the environment and the ecology of Britain and how humans are affecting it, not just the seasons but the use of land. Interspersed are little vignettes from Shute's own life including the pain of infertility. It's a book which is hard to describe, it's just beautifully written and incredibly sad.

Well researched, informative and thought provoking. It made me think about the reality of the natural world around us and how it is changed.
It's great reflection on the changes, not full of doom but a warning.
Highly recommended.
Many thanks to the publisher and Netgalley for this ARC, all opinions are mine

Forecast explores Britain's long-standing love affair with the weather and in it journalist and columnist Joe Shute, who has a keen passion for the natural world, discusses what happens when it changes beyond recognition. It's safe to say that over the last century our seasons have been profoundly changing or more accurately the stereotypical behaviour that often characterises spring, summer, autumn and winter have been with increasingly exponential odds occurring anytime and anywhere. Sometimes the season takes on the characteristics associated with another altogether different one or passes without barely being noticed at all. This book is about the weather watching Joe Shute has been involved and interested in his whole life and as with many people the pandemic has given him more of a free reign to take the care to quietly observe and record his findings beginning in the lockdown spring of last year. At the start of Spring 2020 while driving on The Great North Road Shute found it so deserted he could drift across the white carriageway lines. Buzzards starved of road kill perched on the treetops staring blankly over the empty asphalt. Some deer had ventured out of a patch of trees to graze the grass verges, nitrogen-enriched from the exhaust pipes of the tens of thousands of vehicles that on any usual day would be passing by.

Insects spattered against the windscreen with a ferocity he had not seen since childhood, smearing a blood mosaic across the glass. March gave way to the sunniest April, which in turn became the sunniest May ever witnessed (at least since records began in 1881). It was the fourth driest May, too. As every day dawned to another endless blue, Shute had a sense of Covid-19 bending time. So many of the seasons which normally dictate our year were, in a matter of days, rendered meaningless. The football season, the fashion season, the fishing season, the wedding season, academic calendars and holiday dates, all evaporated from diary pages as if drawn in invisible ink. Four seasons, however, remained. Their passing suddenly gained an importance that had been forgotten in the hurried turmoil of modern lives. People spoke of the scales falling from their eyes and wondered if the birds always sang that loud, or had they just started listening to them? But, amid the spiralling death toll and fear of every interaction with a stranger, spring, the season of regeneration, erupted in glorious technicolour. After this Shute expands on his findings for the rest of the seasons and the remainder of the year with sharp precision. Forecast charts the evolution of the seasons through time in a fascinating and evocative fashion with vivid description and a profound love of mother nature erupting from the words on every page. Highly recommended.

The book starts with a quote by Professor Chris Whitty - now a very familiar figure -, "The seasons are against us". It then goes into an exploration of seasons in Britain, starting with spring, and moving on through the different seasons - examining the current state of affairs, and our "cultural expectations" - the fact we have an idea in our heads of what these seasons look like but that reality is more and more different from that idyllic, children's book ideas of seasons.

Written during the pandemic, this book doesn't dwell on it too much but uses it as a background - many people have spent the lockdown noticing nature... a bit more than before, because there was nothing else to do. - as Joe Shute puts it, "So many of the seasons which normally dictate our year were, in a matter of days, rendered meaningless. The football season, the fashion season..." When the lockdown started, "people spoke of the scales falling from their eyes and wondered if the birds always sang this loud, or had we just started listening to them?"

Joe Shute refers to the past a lot, but also uses many current testimonies, meeting people who work closely in and with nature. There is a sense that nature and the weather as we know it is different, and that it is changing so rapidly that it keeps surprising us - but the dramatic "hottest day of the year" (to be outdone the very next day) are increasingly becoming the norm. At the moment, it is still "an unfamiliar weatherscape"; but within a few decades, it is unlikely London will see any snow most years - with spring and autumn being longer, and summer and winter shortening. He describes in details the new patterns of birds and plants - birds coming back from their migration much earlier, leaving later, and plants surviving winter when they didn't use it. I spent many days in my garden this winter admiring my neighbours' rose tree - which had beautiful white flowers in December, that finally withered some time in February. He dives into the science behind these little things we notice but don't think of - puts it into perspective: we might have to start mowing our lawns through winter, something which culturally is... different and odd to us.

Despite the many harrowing facts, it didn't feel like a depressing read - it made me feel like going to the park and enjoying all these things while I can... It was beautifully written, an artful mix of personal stories, meeting with experts, science, history and literature, and nostalgia. I really enjoyed it and would certainly recommend it.

"The great meteorological shifts of a rapidly changing climate are influencing the seasons as we understand and relate to them. How the weather, our weather, by which as an island nation we somehow define ourselves, is morphing into something beyond the reach of our cultural memory...Our connection to the seasons, and in the process a deeply rooted sense of self and place, is slowly being lost....our weather is becoming duller, greyer, warmer and wetter, and with far less of the pronounced scene changes one typically associates with the four seasons."

I was not expecting to find this book as fascinating as I did. I've not yet been drawn into the boom of British nature/weather writing in the last few years but I thought this would be a good place to begin, and what a superb choice it is. Written by the Telegraph's Saturday Weather correspondent (a confession, I've been reading the Telegraph for years and have never noticed this), it tackles the increasing challenge of the changing climate of the UK, and what this means of our shared history and understanding of nature.

What does it mean for us and those who come after, that in living memory, even in the recent decades, the old rules and assumptions for weather in the UK no longer hold? (Views on climate change aside, I'm sure that we will all be familiar with the noticeably wetter and warmer weather in the recent decades, to say nothing of the spate of flooding.) The book marks extremes, such as 2020 having the sunniest March and April and May since records began. Written during the pandemic, this book is about what life looks like in the UK when old assumptions are cast aside and what this might mean for the future.

This book is not one of catastrophe, nor is it entirely doom-laden, but instead is a fascinating tour of the British Isles (with forays beyond), asking us to wonder what happens when we can no longer predict the future on patterns of the past. The changing of bird migration, spring arriving more quickly, autumn lasting longer, heatwaves unknown in former decades, rainfall increasing, the arrival of 'tropical nights' where the temperature doesn't drop below 20, and that weather conditions in England are now allowing for better wine to be produced. Warm winters mean that plants survive the cold but do not thrive in spring. The adder population has collapsed. Wildfires are increasing.

It was also full of little bits of history, such as the prevalence for richer homes to be built in the west and south in former centuries, so that the smoke and soot would be blown elsewhere, that wildfires have increased particularly since the move from pipe smoking to cigarette smoking, and that some in the late 19th century also proposed that the growth of industry was already having an effect on the climate.

Furthermore, there is a minor chord running through the text of the struggle of the author and his wife to conceive. Infertility is rarely written about from a male perspective, and whilst it was immensely personal, it had profound resonance for the text. How does one to look to the future when the expected milestones are no longer there, in both his life and in the natural world?

I heartily recommend this book, which was unexpectedly fascinating and, at times, very moving.